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Herky Jerky
I’m sitting down at the desk in my home office and I’m nervous. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to make the calls or deal with my boss. I want to journal before the drudgery begins to unburden myself from the little things that keep popping up in my mind to keep…
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The Week that Will Be
If I’ve always imagined the great things in my life that would come with harder work and sticktoitiveness, but have never gotten off the couch to do the work, do I really want those things?
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Shut-In
If I shower then that guarantees I won’t do any physical activity later as I’d hate to risk having to take two showers in a day.
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More Love to Give
Would she still have hit him with that hammer, robbed him, and left him unconscious in a pool of blood had dad been alive? Most likely.
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Small Crazy People
I watched both games from the comfort of my dungeon while occasionally integrating some weed vapor into my lungs.
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Temptation’s Tipping Point
I know I’m supposed to strive for equilibrium in life, but you know I love me some Cedar Point. Wednesday night I stayed up until 4am watching The Bridge. I was falling asleep near 2am but decided to eat a bunch of candy so I could ride a sugar high later into the night. I…
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Best Jerk Session Ever!
She gets bound by the four corners of the bed while some dude goes to town on her with a ball ended vibrator that was hilariously plugged into the wall.
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Convulsions
After Taco Bell, I sorted the mail, setting aside my psilocybin microdoses for the month and my Stasis day/night pills that supposedly normalize me via natural ingredients in the face of my daily Adderall intake.
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Re-Say your Monday
I woke up at 8:25, 25 minutes later than I’d hoped. I went to bed just after 1am. My younger kid was still at home, but my older one made it to the bus stop ahead of his first day back after being out for a week with the flu. Mom would take the youngin…
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Naturally Nervous
I want to get to an Adderall free and cannabis lite future in which I microdose psilocybin capsules.
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