18.02.2026 12:59
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On May 13th, a vehicle pulled out into my path on a highway. I hit the car at 60mph in the driver's door. I suffered a fractured finger, cuts, scrapes, and seatbelt-related bruises. The other driver, who was cited at fault, is recovering from serious injuries. We are both fortunate to be alive.
Aside from seeing family and people I interact with through work, while at work, I live in solitude. It has gotten to me this week. Being alone is not a choice I made, but a happenstance. I admit I avoid connections to avoid drama. I am craving affection, intimacy, and romance. I feel stuck.
Dabbling....
Trimmed my beard!
Some jack wagon apparently is butt hurt by my pride flag. I had a sermon on overcoming sin and a religious pamphlet left in my mailbox. The "don't shove it down my throat" is crowd shovin' it in my mailbox, literally. Who the hell burns CDs in 2024?
I survived 67 hours of work this week, and my prize is a two-day pass from adulthood. Today began at the civilized hour of 9:30 am, followed by errand-filled morning madness and a protein-packed WH omelette lunch. Now, it's time to indulge in some serious napping!
Gay man here... I want to know about the "gay recruiting" the MAGA folks speak of. Is it like Amway, where if I get enough gay recruits in my downline I get diamond status? Or maybe a car leased in my name for a year? They know somethin' I don't.
