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…that’s not normal?..

…i’ve kept a wardrobe of identical clothing since the turn of the millenium; a coworker confessed that they had a pool as to whether i actually changed shirts, so they covertly marked a dot on the back of my sleeve and money changed hands when it was gone the next day…

…if you’re not pursuing one hundred applications per week you’re not treating your search as a full-time job…

…i have no internal monologue and i can conceptualise spaces and environments but not images; i hallucinate all the time, mostly sounds…

…fifty-five; been working since i was ten years old and everything i brought in after taxes went to finance, insurance, and real estate for the past fourty-five years…i harbour no illusion that i’ll ever enjoy the luxury of retirement, so i try to make the best i can of surviving today and hope to drop dead before i’m unable to work anymore…

YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART! YOU’RE GOING DOWN A PATH I CAN’T FOLLOW!

…whatever picard’s been reading, obviously…

…and PET…

…ignoring components strides shoulder-to-shoulder with ignoring encumbrance in the grand march from appendix-N swords-and-sorcery to pop-anime fantasy-superheroes…

…single-cab stick with crank windows or go home*…

*(my wife swore she’d drive hers until the wheels fell off; she did, and they did)

…it worked for my cousin’s girlfriend; didn’t work out so well for my cousin although he doesn’t snore anymore…

…i set up a small bed in the back corner of another room and sleep great every night now…

(american gothic depicts father + spinster daughter, not husband + wife)

…oh my g*d what a horrible day to have eyes…

(not like the death stars could fly around wherever they wanted, right?)

…to be fair, flooding the galaxy with a secret army of clones and a ghost fleet was a brand new plan after three death stars in a row, if, like, you ignore his first plan, from, like, the first movie, you know, where he was secretly building an army of clones and a ghost fleet…

…thirty years ago “fag hag” was a common pejorative for groupies; not sure whether that’s still the case…

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