Jake finally discovered that Senpai Quinn has emerged from her locust hibernation and is vaguely gnome wailing into the void, hoping that somehow his Waifu will notice him.
Checked on Clearsky, not blocked. Probably muted, though.
He said nothing about visitors or excursions on Bluesky, that I noticed anyway. Any posts from the relevant dates should be on the previous page and there isn't anything personal.
It's interesting because for quite some time, we were pretty sure Jake had the beetus despite him never saying so explicitly. Only a little over a month ago did he basically confirm beetus. We'd previously not been sure about it because people thought he would have whined about it if he had it, like he does about everything, but it's consistent with his previous vagueposting that he's had this issue for some time.
He was already tap-dancing pretty close to that line, going by how he said his uncontrolled blood sugar made him sleep a lot. If only Hazel would come back and help him navigate CVS' phone menus before it's too late.
If only Zoe would stop listening to card-carrying Nazi gamergater whisper networks and unblock poor busty Violet! If only she could say "um....hi?" to Chelsea (followed by 489 paragraphs of Googleshngs), then I just know she'd make a full recovery!
Yeah, how come there never seems to be an Antifa Field Medic around when you actually need one?
Forgive me if I've done a poor job of keeping up with the thread, but do we know when/why PHH dropped him? Seems like a fairly new development.
I think he mentioned once "I haven't heard from PHH in X months" a while back, but I forget exactly when. We don't know why, and Jake at least claims not to know either.
He probably didn’t whine about it because he doesn’t like to publicise his real, self-inflicted problems. “My foot is falling off because I can’t stop guzzling yon Dr Pepper” isn’t very sympathetic.
I would imagine that being Jake’s friend is just fucking exhausting. He strikes me as the sort of guy who expects you to be available at all times to hear his IRL Googleshngs about the Nazis and the Gamergaters and the lesbian rape gangs and any time you aren’t, he’ll get passive-aggressive.
It's probably because he's a perpetually exhausting black hole of empathy. Every single day it's suicide baiting, begging, screaming about people talking about things he doesn't want them to, making up bullshit about his woes, etc. and never does he give a single thing back.
Diabetes isn't a sexy disease, because everyone assumes you're a great big fat person and the more HAES rhetoric you preface your beg with, the less effective it paradoxically becomes. Look how few munchies make hay out of diabetes, even if they actually have it and it's a Free square.
Butt trouble isn't that hot either and he kept that one vague for quite some time. We've predicted quite a lot about Jake but we should also acknowledge the genuine surprises - like him moving out, daring to wear the ridiculous wigs in public and having a drivers license + car. Those are what I can kind of think of right now, what else did he do that was hard to believe at first?
Going to the women's gym to get in shape for The Chop
All he had to do was not be incredibly fat, not be a huge FAT FUCK, not be a FATSO, a FATTY, a FATTY-PANTS, even notorious butcher Kathy Rumer, who has abandoned her practice after her constant malpractice made her continued practice infeasible, viewed JAKE THE FATSO as not even remotely appropriate for a cock chop.Going to the women's gym to get in shape for The Chop
His trip to Pennsylvania to see Dr. Rumer was pretty surprising too, for that matter - it must have been his one solo trip, ever, before getting the car.
I thought the Dell saga was interesting. The fact that Jake felt the need to take on this relatively minor problem, turn it into this epic battle of good and evil, and broadcast it across social media felt so off. Frankly, it felt like Jake performatively being PHH’s best friend, whether PHH wanted it or not. Either as justification for being an emotional leech in the past or as payment for being an emotional leech forevermore.
