

wtf just let the homies accessorize, if you pull off a sick look and some h8r calls you “pointless” that’s on them tbh
wtf just let the homies accessorize, if you pull off a sick look and some h8r calls you “pointless” that’s on them tbh
i enjoy the part of breaking bad where the chud DEA agent gets his head ventilated. cant put my finger on it, just something about the cinematography
i scroll chapobear at work (actually where i most use the site) so i probably shouldn’t shit on my coworkers in the mega that seems like a dangerous game but on the other hand i am crashing ooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu
i could not imagine being such a fucking baby that i complain to my supervisor that my coworker isn’t saying good morning to me enough. not even to customers! but to me/my coworkers.
I wish we could like, easily find work once we get bored with our jobs and that that wasnt stigmatized and we could work like 20-40 hours a week depending on how we feel and free healthcare of course.
it is nice imagining a world that actually accommodates our difference on a thorough, holistic, systemic level…
yeah i think i’m gonna just give up on trying to have my adhd medicated. it was a nice few month window into what i’m like when i’m not just a brainfog zombie but these backlogs are intolerable. capitalism should just turn me into fucking hamburger i’d be more useful to it that way.
fuck this shit man i hate this shit so fucking much.
did an enerdgy drink in the shower, i envy the dead
(psych might be able to send a 90 day script for my stimmies to my insurance’s shit-ass mail service pharmacy, if i can pull through the nightmare of their waitlist and coordinating being home to sign off for the pills that would be a small w, i could maybe even swing skipping two days a week consistently and that would give me a really solid back up supply)
actually yeah, once against my better judgment i did a deep dive on old hexbear dramas because i’m mentally ill and dod was genuinely very funny. can’t say the same for melina.
going to scoop out the part of my brain containing the deep lore on recurring hexbear trolls now and
wait wasn’t that Melina? wait are all 3 the same person???
ah u know what nvm, this shits boring
it felt like admitting defeat to IBS at the time, but my QOL improved a lot when i bit the bullet and just started carrying baby wipes in my bag everywhere in case i had to poop away from my precious at home. those + immodium in my backpack are my doodooass travel kit.
doesn’t do me any good if i encounter multi-stall bathrooms where you have to poop next to others though, nowhere to throw the little wipes away :(
if for w/e reason a bidet is not in the cards please at least incorporate baby wipes into your routine, i cannot imagine going back into plato’s doodoo cave & just rawdogging TP
that’s our (humanity’s) secret, officer…we’re all crashouts
(i breka down weeping in the starbucks while imagingin i am becoming the increidble hualk)
sorry hexchapos i am crashout-core tn
which way, western they?? (pull out my heart and feed it to the megathread, or go to badposting and make a “lenin my goat” spampost???)
this timeline is fucked i need to find the right way to nihilistically crashout we could’ve had something beautiful but isntead we live on nazi-earth
XR is an alternative my doc discussed in case of a shortage when i got my first script. i haven’t asked pharmacies about it because they’re ready to be done with the convo after the first question about stock, nevermind the “okay what about chewables, okay if that’s a no what about name brand.” it is definitely something to consider though, i’m just finding it overwhelming to even make the handful of calls a day i’ve been making at the moment.
and yeah sadly i think maybe my city is just unlucky in terms of shortages/backlogs :( it seems very region-to-region
either my one boomer colleague or members of the public are snitching on me/general front desk staff for not Doing the Song and Dance enough - directly after giving me phony ass praise for taking on an extra project, my direct supervisor told me “also, make sure you’re not forgetting to say hi to people as they walk into the rec center :) :) :)” (idk if it’s really his fault, he probably has limited latitude to just Not Respond to those kinds of customer complaints, but still but still but still)
can we bring the original, actual definition of emotional labor re: service workers/public servants back into public consciousness and destroy the pop psych “oh shit being a good friend or partner is hard sometimes, sorry buddy that’s a you problem ” conception of it that’s taken over???
career switching to this parks department community service shit sounded real nice on paper (serving the collective good!! no (direct) profit motive!!) but goddam do i fucking hate the american public & their expectation that just because you’re in a public-facing position you become some wholly servile wretch rather than just a motherfucker who’s there to do a job for a wage.
dystopian as it is have any of my adhd brethren had luck using medfinder during shortages? paying 50 bones for the privilege of just finding a place that has medicine that lets you function is obviously degrading and humiliating but ive blown more money than that on lame nights out drinking and my lock-in pills actually help me be a full human being and shit.
i feel this a lot
one of my bestest newer friends has made it extremely clear he fw me & loves me & is just generally an open, open-minded, loving dude, and i still have this irrational fear he’ll wake up one day and realize “no, wait, on second thought this dude (me) is lame, actually
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