I guess I don't have anything better to do?

The next chapter of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You

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On any other day:

When a new chapter gets released:

Mornings are pretty nice.

I've started blogging about videogames. So I'm just enjoying writing about stuff and looking forward to my posts on Wednesdays. No one reads it but it's nice to write my thoughts down about games that I play.

I really like learning things and every day I'm here, I have the opportunity to learn more.

Not asking that question

Just good ass coffee

Figuratively: my family Literally: caffeine and sugar

Waiting for the day we finally and collectively eat the rich.

what keeps the water going while it makes its journey from the Alps to the sea?

Lisa needs braces.

The orphan crushing machine

Video games, tbh. Absolutely love it when a new, good FPS drops.

The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)

The next Warframe expansion

I like reading books, having meals with my spouse, seeing friends, listening to music, dabbling with my hobbies, and petting our cat.

Oh; and drugs

I'm too fucking lazy to kill myself, that's what.

Sunsets and sunrises; a butterfly. Watching deer walk. The hope of a healthier, happier, world for everyone.

Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.

My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It's like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.

In my nightmares, there's a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it's not even according to their whims, it's simply a price for existing.

I'd go on but it's too spooky and sad.

The rest of the time life's pretty good.

gaming,developing sites,lemmy,discord,etc

The self-destructive voice is a liar. We do not listen to them.

My family and my dream as cliched as it sounds

Weed

Blåhajar

Legs

Anti-depressants.

You're looking at it.

Death being the most boring shit I can possibly imagine is pretty high on the list.

Video Games, friends and my dream of buying a sailboat someday to sail around the world.

I DON'T KNOW

Providing for my family.

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

The thought that I might eventuelly find someone who I can share my life with and I would share hers.