I came back from vacation to an “escaped but apprehended and put into into the wrong enclosure” Snikki and a missing Rudyard. Everyone else seems to have handled my absence quite well and thanks to my roommate for watching the brood for me.
I was moving things around in the reptile room hoping to find the wayward boy when I noticed a strange pattern in the preview window on this bag of orchid bark.
If you’re a non-offending pedophile and you keep yourself far away from anyone you could hurt, are seeking therapy, etc. I think that’s a good thing. I support your efforts.
That being fucking said,
“MAPS”, no, you’re a pedophile. Stop giving it a little acronym name to try and make it less horrifying. “Map positivity” is fucking stupid. “There isnt anything wrong with you/them!!” “Youre not dangerous!!” “You’re not messed up!!” Bullshit. You are attracted to children. There is something wrong with you. Very wrong. You are very dangerous. You should NEVER be around people who you could potentially hurt. You should not “accept” it. See a therapist. Get some help. Something is very wrong with you.
Don’t even get me started on “pro contact” or “being a pedophile is a valid sexuality/lgbt” you all specifically need to die in a fire.
If you need any induction to just how lost my tablet pen is, I found my circa 2012 ipod touch
Found the charger too
And now we wait
Oh honey
HOLY FUCK
GUYS LOOK
HOLY FUCK
when history speaks from the realm of lost items
Not to one-up you but I still have Ipod Touch 2G from 2008 I begged my mom for in high school (I was a freshman, I think?) when they were the hottest new gadget ever.
It had an internal speaker (first-gen didn’t, only the phones had one then) and I found that really cool for some reason.
I need to buy a cheap charger online and try to get it working.
Still have my iPod 3rd gen, two iPod video, first gen iPad, and iPad 2.
As well as my iPhone 3gs.
All still working, even if most have been collecting dust for years now (I only use the iPad 2 regularly, for YouTube and Spotify at work)
Usually, when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “why? What’s wrong?” and I have to be like “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”
