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#this has been my favorite song for months

When I was in my big fitness groove I was just sort of by happenstance doing 16:8 intermittent fasting and I think I might give that another go

you're gonna make it you're gonna make it out of the resi 7 house

Buddy you're not selling me here

gunsandfireandshit

#saw this too thought about repostin

commanderchr1st

urine-powered jump

#1 sign you're not going to make it: absolute stranger tells you that you're going to make it

This chocolate zucchini bread is crazy. Yet in hell I prevail.

smooth

delmondo

lakevida

everyone seems to be doing quite well

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Living with your hoarder parents is straight up like resident evil

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I'm trying to bake some zucchini bread, so I need the kitchen scale, but the cats need to be fed first so the scale has to be used for that, but the battery on the scale died, but my dad replaced it the other day, and he put the little screw on the battery tray, and there aren't any CR2032s in his battery stash, and the one he put in there is an old dead one. So I need to find a screwdriver small enough to take the screw out to open the tray, and I need to find a CR2032. Thankfully I have some that I use for some of my optics, so I need to find that in my bedroom. I do that. Then it becomes a problem of finding a screwdriver because there aren't any in any of the points where my father stashed small screwdrivers. Then my mom asks my dad where a screwdriver is. So he grabs the one that only he knows the location of and tries to take the scale away and then starts asking me about the batteries I supplied and not waiting for any kind of answer as he is about to jumble up the dead ones with the living ones. I tell him to put everything down and let me do it. This all takes a half hour and the cats get fed almost an hour past their dinner time. I am just about to begin on my zucchini bread.

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My hands are intermittently burning. Whatever we ball.

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Here's what the knob on my oven looks like. Is it up to temp? Who knows? As it first heats up, the room fills a sweetly metallic scent. I have complained about it for years now and nobody cares. This is just how I live on every level, basically.

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when i got the test plates back from the lab and found out i had the two worst kinds of "toxic black mold" growing in my home I immediately streamed most of Resident Evil 7. now most of those friends wont talk to me because of the fallout from our mutual friend I moved in with to get away from the toxic mold, because they were trying to start a cult and lied to me about literally everything they ever told me about themself. Nobody ever did anything about the mold btw. But at least the stachybotrys is behind a plastic tarp. My doctor told me dont worry about it.

Teen sex and death at camp miasma sounds incredibly annoying

balaclava-trismegistus

Living with your hoarder parents is straight up like resident evil

balaclava-trismegistus

I'm trying to bake some zucchini bread, so I need the kitchen scale, but the cats need to be fed first so the scale has to be used for that, but the battery on the scale died, but my dad replaced it the other day, and he put the little screw on the battery tray, and there aren't any CR2032s in his battery stash, and the one he put in there is an old dead one. So I need to find a screwdriver small enough to take the screw out to open the tray, and I need to find a CR2032. Thankfully I have some that I use for some of my optics, so I need to find that in my bedroom. I do that. Then it becomes a problem of finding a screwdriver because there aren't any in any of the points where my father stashed small screwdrivers. Then my mom asks my dad where a screwdriver is. So he grabs the one that only he knows the location of and tries to take the scale away and then starts asking me about the batteries I supplied and not waiting for any kind of answer as he is about to jumble up the dead ones with the living ones. I tell him to put everything down and let me do it. This all takes a half hour and the cats get fed almost an hour past their dinner time. I am just about to begin on my zucchini bread.

balaclava-trismegistus

My hands are intermittently burning. Whatever we ball.

balaclava-trismegistus

Here's what the knob on my oven looks like. Is it up to temp? Who knows? As it first heats up, the room fills a sweetly metallic scent. I have complained about it for years now and nobody cares. This is just how I live on every level, basically.

balaclava-trismegistus

Living with your hoarder parents is straight up like resident evil

balaclava-trismegistus

I'm trying to bake some zucchini bread, so I need the kitchen scale, but the cats need to be fed first so the scale has to be used for that, but the battery on the scale died, but my dad replaced it the other day, and he put the little screw on the battery tray, and there aren't any CR2032s in his battery stash, and the one he put in there is an old dead one. So I need to find a screwdriver small enough to take the screw out to open the tray, and I need to find a CR2032. Thankfully I have some that I use for some of my optics, so I need to find that in my bedroom. I do that. Then it becomes a problem of finding a screwdriver because there aren't any in any of the points where my father stashed small screwdrivers. Then my mom asks my dad where a screwdriver is. So he grabs the one that only he knows the location of and tries to take the scale away and then starts asking me about the batteries I supplied and not waiting for any kind of answer as he is about to jumble up the dead ones with the living ones. I tell him to put everything down and let me do it. This all takes a half hour and the cats get fed almost an hour past their dinner time. I am just about to begin on my zucchini bread.

balaclava-trismegistus

My hands are intermittently burning. Whatever we ball.

balaclava-trismegistus

Living with your hoarder parents is straight up like resident evil

balaclava-trismegistus

I'm trying to bake some zucchini bread, so I need the kitchen scale, but the cats need to be fed first so the scale has to be used for that, but the battery on the scale died, but my dad replaced it the other day, and he put the little screw on the battery tray, and there aren't any CR2032s in his battery stash, and the one he put in there is an old dead one. So I need to find a screwdriver small enough to take the screw out to open the tray, and I need to find a CR2032. Thankfully I have some that I use for some of my optics, so I need to find that in my bedroom. I do that. Then it becomes a problem of finding a screwdriver because there aren't any in any of the points where my father stashed small screwdrivers. Then my mom asks my dad where a screwdriver is. So he grabs the one that only he knows the location of and tries to take the scale away and then starts asking me about the batteries I supplied and not waiting for any kind of answer as he is about to jumble up the dead ones with the living ones. I tell him to put everything down and let me do it. This all takes a half hour and the cats get fed almost an hour past their dinner time. I am just about to begin on my zucchini bread.

Living with your hoarder parents is straight up like resident evil

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