When I first started showing signs of depression, that is exactly what happened to me. When my mental health started going down the drain, so did my attempts to keep myself at least somewhat decent. Slowly, but surely, I put on a lot of weight, stopped caring about my physical appearance, stopped being clean, and…

I mean, I’m depressed at the moment, and my work has been upsetting me such that I’ve basically been stress eating for a year solid.  I’ve gained at least 30 pounds, and that’s a byproduct of my depression and laziness.

Because some people still value pure-fun stupid videogames that don’t involve bonding with your horse.

Here’s some hot bullshit for you. I was playing for a couple hours yesterday and managed to get my honor up (the bar was noticeably leaning towards honorable, not in the middle).

If only there’s a way to play the game single player so that other players can’t mess with your separate stand alone game

Y’all Queda?

But Día de Muertos skull face paint patterns and Unicorn-themed anything are so 2018 insta-viral, so you just have to buy them if you want to be as straight-up fucking rachet as the other guys in your school.

Hot take: all the cosmetics in this game are utter garbage and none are worth spending a single penny on.

Look, I know I’m officially old as dirt, but all these women are gorgeous. Have standards of beauty changed so much as to have become completely unrealistic?

I didn’t actually read the article. So...let’s just let this one go. Okay? Just saw that messy bitch and read like a sentence. Maybe two. Lost my shit - work’s tough these days, y’know. I’m a good person. A decent person. I mean I’m alright. So it’s alright to give me a break here. 

“And I apologize if the woman took offense.”

lol agreed, this dude is a creep through and through. Being slightly known on twitch does not give him a pass for being a creepy piece of shit.

I said it on the other story, and I’ll say it again here:

A woman’s mode of dress (or a man’s, for that matter) does not entitle anyone to make sexual comments regarding that mode of dress.

For this guy to say, “She was wearing a really, really, really revealing top, so I commented on it,” is part of the same line of…

I wish I could backhand him so badly for saying that.

“just look at her...she was asking for it.”

Say it with me now:

He also said harassment claims were “overblown,” that he has a “flirty” personality, and also that the woman Skiddler was sticking up for was wearing “a really, really, really revealing top,” which prompted him to comment on it.

She was never, ever, ever, ever, EVER by any metric or any definition ever punk. Ever. Nevr. Nope. Nope. Nope. She was a bratty little kid from the fucking sticks with major eyeliner and serious penchant for posing. She was and remains a Poser. Not Punk. Don’t besmirch Punk.

I’m just so disappointed that this article didn’t begin “Avril Lavigne isn’t dead--she’s born again.” It was RIGHT THERE! 

Drugs, made by school teachers!