I'm going to suppress my curiosity and not look into whatever you're referencing.
I assume it's like those badgers or lemurs or something 1998 honda civets in Southeast Asia (I think) that are caged, fed and shit out those special coffee beans that tourists just fucking love.
I hope that was an anti-depressant induced vivid dream memory and not a real memory of something that actually happens.
Sometimes the companies they subcontract, named something boring and innocuous like Isolace Data Systems or Wimblo Digital or some shit, fucks up spectacularly.
Like they'll just have 400gb Excel spreadsheet called all_meta_usernames_and_passwords.xlsx stored in the company's shared intranet and then some dude guesses the WiFi password was WimbloDigital2024 and leaks it to whoever.
The setup makes us assume no nudes are being exchanged.
We expect that the transphobe is warning the writer that one of the people receiving nudes is trans. We then expect the reveal to be that the write is trans or something along those lines. It was difficult for me to follow too.
The punchline is that nudes were indeed being exchanged. The transphobe was just a subversion.
One time I tried for 5 minutes to get my contact lens out, getting desperate enough to scratch from the white to the iris with my fingernail. I thought I was scratching the contact lens until I felt something weird in the side of my eye.
The fucking thing slid behind my eye at some point.
So I scratched my literal fucking eyeball with very little pain.
My vision was blurry, but I could see only one contact lens was removed in the container. I concluded that it must still be in there and that the bad vision was just my mind playing tricks on me.
Point is, you can get pretty comfortable touching your eyeball.
If they're not compensating you for giving 150% of your energy, then don't give them 150% of your energy.
Like, tell them you need to catch a breath, take a "smoke break" (even if you don't smoke, mime vape a lil ink pen in the smoking section). Rehydrate more, piss more. Say you're dizzy. Come up with something.
I'm going to suppress my curiosity and not look into whatever you're referencing.
I assume it's like those
badgers or lemurs or something1998 honda civets in Southeast Asia (I think) that are caged, fed and shit out those special coffee beans that tourists just fucking love.I hope that was an anti-depressant induced vivid dream memory and not a real memory of something that actually happens.