(Opens with a video of a woman rapidly speaking saying ‘okay remember to stay on target. We’re gonna talk about how Jake and Kanees (? I dunno) were both sitting in class leading smargle smargle smargle. (Spoken this was so mush mouth mumble-fuck that I couldn’t make sense of it after the word ‘and’ so I typed what I heard.)
(Cut to Pissa’s fat grinning head. Awkward pause.)
Y’all go watch that. That was the best view of someone with adhd’s brain that I’ve seen yet. (Giggle, deep breath, awkward pause) Oh, it reminds me of my own (smargle smargle) because with me there’s always at least one song playing (that’s not adhd, that’s having an ear worm dancing in your brain, numbnuts), and it’s always an ear worm (CALLED IT) that is stuck and has been for at least 2 weeks. (And there’s a dumb caption at the top that says ‘this is my brain on ADHD’ - slow and blathering about topics she wants to talk about? Sounds right.) It’s driving me insane (nah, insanity is thinking peel-and-stick tile will fix La Casa De La Trompeta Del Bano) so I’m trying not to be overly… ah… sensitized to it (huh?) and like (deep breath) deal with the external stimuli that’s going on around me at the same time (so being a functional human with an ear worm in his/her head? That’s not very special. Caption pops up reading ‘sorry not sorry for the completely pointless rant about nothing’ with a bunch laugh emojis. It’s on par with all of Pissa’s other rants, so I dunno why she’s putting this out there).
Like (deep breath) is someone licking (she adds into the captions on the bottom of the screen that she’s meaning cat or dog, but doesn’t say this) or is someone scratching or is the cat meowing like he does right now because he went to (she should’ve said into) the room (deep breath) but because I’m doing a TikTok he’s not going to stop meowing until I get up and do that but (deep breath) also don’t wanna let him in the room at the moment because I’m in the middle of cleaning up in here and if I let him in here I have to let his siblings in here (deep breath) and then nothing gets done (deep breath) and I need to get stuff done because the room’s in a disaster state and I really need to (deep breath) like focus but I can’t do that with the cats in here so I put the cats out in the living room where there’s plenty of water and their litter boxes and yadda yadda.
(Deep breath)
Anyways (LONG AS FUCK PAUSE with shift eyes and tongue smack) so yeah I’ve got to do that and then I’m sitting here looking the time and I’ve already lost like 2 hours (that’s not being inattentive, that’s being lazy as fuck) I swear I’ve time hopped again (deep breath) and then at the same time just Like oh gosh there’s like 2 hours ’till Josh gets home and I’m just like when Josh gets home, I don’t get anything done because I just want to spend time with my hubby (and call the police on him lolz oh, and deep breath) That’s just how it is, that’s how we are, we spend time with each other until (deep breath) there is no time left and my brain is so loud in here (deep breath) like there is me (deep breath) and then there’s the sound of the song (because ear worm, deep breath) and then there might be an under song that like (shifty eyes) my subconscious wants to keep trying to put up in there
(And now she puts up a caption on top that says ‘hello my transcriber, I hope you are enjoying this.’ Hi, Pissa. I’d enjoy it more if you stopped gasping for breath in your sentences and used grammar in your captions, because they are displaying your remarkable lack of intellectual prowess. Thank you. By the way, there’s more than 1 of us. Ahem ahem. ALSO - it’s very nice that when you’re trying to speak at the speed of a normal human being without extreme brain damage, you can’t fake an accent so I don’t have to put up with your ‘honey sugar’ bullshit that makes me want to claw your face off.)
you know, like, the song you’re listening to in your brain is like triggering all the other sh- da- stuff that’s t- the other songs (deep breath) that are kind of like those songs.
(Pause, lip-smack, breath) And every once in a while (let’s just remark here that her captions at the bottom of the screen are utter ass, stating ‘over once while’ lol - you’re too mush mouthed for the caption services to understand! Either that or you truly have about 1.27 braincells knocking together in that empty noggin of yours) it’ll change the station and actually let me listen for a second (DEEP breath) and then on top of it and whatever, I’ve talked about this in previous videos and I know I sound completely (stammer) batshit nuts (except you don’t - there’s a clear logical train of thought flowing, which is why you are doing a piss-poor job of pretending you have ADHD, Pissa. You’re doing this just to troll and I’d take offense if you weren’t just too vapid and dumb to draw that niggle of give-a-fuck from my heart. Oh, deep breath) I know the voices of what I call the muses - um - of art, dance (gasping for breath) movement um… music, uh, writing, poetry, like they each individual have their own voice and set in my head (schizophrenia is more tethered to autism than ADHD, Pissa, just FYI - but no worries, I know you don’t have that, either) like in their own little pedestal and (deep breath while I ponder how such a literary genius doesn’t understand that they’d be ON their own pedestals or IN their own rooms, because being IN pedestals is some sort of weird buffoonery that involves sculpting and some dark Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Cask of Amontillado’ - she continues after a pregnant pause) yell down you information constantly and randomly triggered by external stimuli (I WANNA SEE YOU BREAK INTO RANDOM DANCE DRIVEN BY THE DANCE MUSE, FUCKER! DANCE FOR ME, MONKEY! Oh, gasp of breath) videos, texts, uh, conversations with people (oh, you mean inspiration from surroundings like every other person on the planet? Another deep breath) Like, I have that going on, too, and they’re trying to get my attention.
(deep breath)
And actually, I saw another writer talk about this. (Pause, tongue-smack, breath) Um, the let the writer of ‘Eat, Pray, Love,’ she was talking about this one other writer (gasp) who would tell the-these entities, because they would visit her as well (gasp) um, to (pause) if they couldn’t be reached at the moment just to go on and give it to somebody else and I do that quite frequently with them (aka: she tells her brain to stop functioning and apparently, it works lolz - oh, another gasping deep breath here) ‘cause I don’t have time at the moment. I’m busy. (Pause) So I’m not creating at the moment, so I’m giving permission for them to send it elsewhere (nobody wants your shit inspiration, dipshit).
(Gasping breath) But that’s it! (Caption on screen reads ‘again sorry not sorry. I have to live like this. Aka: I have to pretend to be special)
