Me: what’s that mean?
Them: age sex and where you’re from ;)
Me: 13/m
Them: do you have a bush yet?
Me: A bush? What do you mean?
Literally my first interaction in a chat room.
Me: what’s that mean?
Them: age sex and where you’re from ;)
Me: 13/m
Them: do you have a bush yet?
Me: A bush? What do you mean?
Literally my first interaction in a chat room.
Anyone want to cyber?
This has been a popsci fantasy for a quarter of a century or more. Google tried it and gave up.
It’s funny cause it’s true
I remember just giving up on life in second grade, refusing to participate or do anything because I was sad. Got tested a bunch after that and given pills that mad me a zombie.
There on out I was treated as a weird kid and that brought a different kind of sadness. Puberty added anger and suicidal ideation. The knowledge that I was fucked up, the world was fucked up, and my life wasn’t going to work out.
Years later here I am, living with the knowledge I was right and watching myself fail at life, finding no joy or peace in anything. Everything is an open sore. Wondering when I’ll get to a point where I rage quit.
I think most of the people I know are anxious or depressed, or both. Hut I don’t know of anyone close to me who is at my level.
I stopped reading Sanderson specifically because he puts out so many books with unnecessarily huge page counts that I just don’t care anymore.
I’m not allergic to long books either, having read the entire WoT series 3+ times. But I’d much rather read stuff that authors have spent time on instead of mass producing.
I am 100% convinced Twitter is being intentionally destroyed by a cabal of evil oligarchs and nation states.
You’re probably thinking of cobalt or perhaps hard rock lithium mines. Most lithium is just pumped out of the ground as brines, just like oil.
I created an account about a year ago, during thr Twitter exodus. I actually really enjoy it. Reminds me of when I used Flickr and Deviantart a lot, like 20 years ago.
A clean ass is still an ass.