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I wish I had a cow to provide lait for you guys, but I never have time to see new crazy people online anymore. 😔
>tfw you are now the crazy person
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here's an MSPaint drawing by me
 
Had the surgery again today. They removed a really nasty-looking piece of disk from the spine. Surgeon took a pic and showed me. Feel better than after the first surgery. Still having some pains but not like before. Believe the trend will be upward. Prescribed week's supply of "pain-killing" meds. My plan for the rest of the week - just take it easy, do what little I feel safe doing. Thanks for the support. 👍
 
Good day so far. I got put forth for more training so I will get more responsibility at work.
 
One day at a time fellow kiwis! I hope you all are figuring out life. Btw, what's the best way to survive dating a co-worker without spilling spagetti? Asking for a friend.
 
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For the first time in my state of NY, both of these teams made the NBA playoffs together, side-by-side, and NYC is having a blast bringing 10 to 15k fans back in their respective arenas.

Yet, for me, I just simply don’t care. Honestly, I haven’t watched the NBA in years even before the NBA-China scandal and Kobe Bryant’s passing, but I honestly don’t get why people need to buy tickets to this since ratings are continuing to go down even more by the time I’m writing this post.

It‘s just, that honestly, I don’t hate the NBA; the NBA just left me. It seems that more people everyday are starting to think the same way as I do.

Now, I wonder if this is what all former sports fans go through when all of the others look at you as if you’re insane, or boring to be around with.
 
One day at a time fellow kiwis! I hope you all are figuring out life. Btw, what's the best way to survive dating a co-worker without spilling spagetti? Asking for a friend.

In a frying pan, lightly toast a teaspoon or two of black pepper in olive oil. Set aside to cool down to merely warm and drop in a little butter to melt and mix with oil. Meanwhile, bring lightly salted water to a boil in a sauce pan. Add spaghetti and cook until *almost* as done as you like it. Now, the tricky part. Using tongs, transfer spaghetti to the oil and toasted pepper pan, retaining pan of spaghetti water. Stir the spaghetti to get a good fatty coating. Begin carefully spooning ground pecorino Romano (Or plain old parmesean; this is America) into the spaghetti while turning with the tongs. Add in a little spaghetti water every time it starts getting dry, and then add more cheese bit by bit until you have an even coating of pepper and creamy cheese sauce all over your spaghetti.

Serves one fat fuck right out of the frying pan. Shame is for lesser beings.
 
I'm twenty-seven and I'm still living with my parents in Overland Park. I have an art history degree from a night school. My cat just died. I've lost twenty-five percent control of my sphincter muscles. I get a clicking sound in my jaw when I eat. I drive a '91 Dodge Neon. I have ovarian cysts. Sometimes I pee the bed still. I have alopecia. The only man who wants to fuck me is my forty-eight-year-old manager at Pizza Street. (P.S., he only has one ball.)

So, I guess, better than you.
 
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