Due to a poor grip, PTSD and meds for PTSD I drop things. I dropped a fork into the dishwasher and had to reach through to get it. I flipped it over to get a better grip, tines facing down, then used the arch of the fork as the lock on site, pinching it then wending the fork through the rack.So it turns out I could turn back tines; I found a way.Your move, Cher.
Articles from Harrangue Man
When you live the life of a broken person you get sad at yourself for the absence of acceptance. For example. theboy has a friend who now has to wear glasses and he got hassled for it. I said "It's not like he went 'ERRRGH; and summoned the powers of the supernatural to weaken his vision". In that being teased for an acquired disability is most fucked and dumb to hassle someone about it. The heuristic shorthand became "I'm X; I'm going to weaken my vision!" (ERRRRGH).
It wasn't an actual hole, like, in the dirt or anything. It's just that the foam mattress I'd used since I was probably ten had compressed with my more solid form and created a hole. Not through the mattress but a depression that was noticeably foetal short man shaped, I pointed this out a number of times; the (w)hole situation.
I was standing next to a ledge when the small girl's hand pushed it—she couldn't see it; she was too low down. I watched the glass vanish from view, thought "shit" and had a moment to brace. It smashed into a seeming thousand shards of a thousand yet more shards each with a ring that rippled through me.I held firm; I was not shaken.
I was transitioning between the shower and study naked when thboy opened the sliding door. I turned, deeply ashamed, at my hideous body.I do not feel great naked; I do not look good naked. If a casting director was looking for the main role for their production "The Toad King" and I stepped into the room they'd shout "CALL OFF THE HUNT! WE HAVE OUR TOAD KING!"I don't feel as bad wearing a shirt and undies; or wearing PJ pants and no shirt.
It fell out as I ate a Sundae. I thought it was from my meal the saw it was a tooth piece and frantically tongued about until I found where it once was. I put the shard on a chopping board then lost it when I picked up the board and it rattled off it to the counter and off that to under the fridge.I'd just come back from a psych where I discussed early onset of aging on wonky joints only for a chunk of tooth just fall out of me when I got home like in a fucked comedy movie. Seriously.
I'm playing Talisman on the tablet and my Sorceress was attacked by the Knight---who begins the game with armour and a sword.I won the battle and took his sword off him.His alignment is good and I am evil. Yet I did nothing to bring on that aggro. It is a nice sword though. He's lost some fights and is two lives from death. Let's see what I to make that happen.
The lake ride I did was too much after too long away from daily exercise biking. My left knee is screaming at me for doing something it used to do an hour a day no worries. I need to ease back in then lift back up. I'm older and can't do what limited things I could do as well I did them—my joints are failing early because they were never formed correctly. To know and experience early degradation of your body is fucked.
Gas just crackled out the base of my skull; I heard it and felt it. There's no implants, it's just my dodgy-as-fuck un-turned body venting.As I rode back from the lake yesterday my knees hurt and the already replaced hip ached.