Probably hire someone to help me throw out all my shit. My family have hoarding issues and a death in the family is the exact sort of thing that would make them relapse, like keeping random old receipts I forgot to throw out. I'd have to throw out everything or I'd die pissed off about it.
Other than that, grab some fakey corporate moonshine and sit by the lake. Try to be home before I die so my cat can see my body and know what happened.
I drew the line on a Huion tablet for years, and now it's like my brain is expecting the disconnect between my hand moving and the image appearing on my monitor, because drawing the line on paper feels so unnatural now.
So many... The earliest cartoon I remember loving was The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. It was incredibly cozy. Then I discovered Cartoon Cartoons, especially Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo, and Dexter's Laboratory with their throwback art styles, and got obsessed with those for a while.
Eventually SpongeBob came out and became my personality, because he was basically an annoying kid trying his best to be friends with everyone like I was. (It's played out now, it wasn't back then.)
ETA how did I not mention classic Looney Tunes. Before we had cable I was really into the classics.
My cat never jumped on furniture, even when I tried to coax her with wet food and treats. She just wouldn't. I even took her to the vet to check on her back legs. She just doesn't want to get on the furniture, and that never changed.
Except for one incident two years later. I was doing food prep for the week, and she jumped on the counter, walked up and stepped in my avocado. Still no idea what prompted it.
I'm late but thank you so much for making me aware of Obtainium! I'm trying to pull away from Google as much as one can on a Samsung device, which means apps from all different sources.
No one, and that's probably the point. They can't ban porn, but they can make it so terrible for both companies and viewers that the porn companies give up.
Not great. Depression taking its toll on my relationships but I really don't trust the only therapist I was able to get through work. I don't think she's going to be much help.
I'm also super sick, my throat is white with infection, and customers still keep making fun of me or yelling at me for wearing a mask in 2025. I'm starting to think I'm the stupid one for assuming it could be contagious.
I mean I hate living because the world is a shitshow and everything I do is based on the suffering of others. I can't eat fruit without thinking about how it was probably grown by slaves. On the flip side, other people are prospering because of my (obviously much lesser) suffering. Thanks for hoarding all the meds and houses, asshole.
But also I think formative years play a huge part in things. I don't want to go into detail, but I was born into an unhappy situation, and I never got to go to school or anything so I was in that situation 24/7. Most of the few people I knew growing up couldn't stand me, and I don't think it's a coincidence that now I can't connect with people. I think some of us, the part of our brain responsible for happiness, or at least responsible for the things that make us happy, never really develops.
Probably hire someone to help me throw out all my shit. My family have hoarding issues and a death in the family is the exact sort of thing that would make them relapse, like keeping random old receipts I forgot to throw out. I'd have to throw out everything or I'd die pissed off about it.
Other than that, grab some fakey corporate moonshine and sit by the lake. Try to be home before I die so my cat can see my body and know what happened.