this year i quit smoking after a pack a day for 8 years, and i'll never forget my AA friend who responded to it different from anyone. most people were like "it must be torture" or "i cant imagine not being able to drink OR smoke" but my friend said "are you excited?"
why does the kicker in football wear pads and helmets? all he does is kick the ball. it's a foul for the other team to touch him. the kicker should be wearing some kind of beautiful ice skater outfit that shows the team's personality
remembering when i asked a spanish teacher if "señorito" was a word like "señorita" is, and she said it's only used when a little boy is wearing a suit and looks like a little gentleman
started tone matching my Iraqi corner store guy. i walk in,
“the big boss himself, where have you been hiding?”
“at school, where i missed you so dearly”
“habibi you are my number one guy”
“i will never betray you”
“king of my heart and the true big boss”
i was confused and he said "you must be excited, people have been telling you to stop for years and youre finally ready. i still smoke but i'd be excited" it was such a good way of wording it and actually meeting me where i was
today i told my prescriber i didnt feel any change from a dose increase, while enjoying my morning Pepsi. he said "i wonder..." then typed and stared mouth agape. "oh my god, there's ONE study. soda's effect on vyvanse. the citric acid in the soda affects the delivery mechanism"
last summer's Barbie fun and this summer's brat green aesthetic show that the people long for spirit week. simple dressup prompts with low commitment optional roleplay
my dad brought me yellow gatorade because that's the medicinal flavor. orange is for exercise. red is the best tasting but has no healing properties, it's just a drink like an arizona iced tea.
i just gave the big boss his christmas present. he said how did you know pistachio was my favorite? i said my friend you told me once. and how could i forget? he said you are a good man. bigger than a man. a lion. i said you deserve the world and i really meant it 🥲
started tone matching my Iraqi corner store guy. i walk in,
“the big boss himself, where have you been hiding?”
“at school, where i missed you so dearly”
“habibi you are my number one guy”
“i will never betray you”
“king of my heart and the true big boss”
did an exercise with my trauma group teens today that called for us to watch an emotional movie scene and talk about it. the examples sucked so I showed the Fresh Prince "how come he dont want me" scene. i was not prepared for how powerfully that would connect