#*addiction

[anyzstuff]

They did it. They did it and they did it well. Thank you Alan. Thank you. Are we crying? Yes.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Don’t kiss me.

Don’t kiss me because from the moment my lips first touched a cigarette

Don’t kiss me because from the moment a drop of liquor hit my tongue

Don’t kiss me because from the moment you do, I’ll be addicted.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Into the arms of a new addiction, to take away my edge, to lead me to that painful fall again and again.

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[brostateexam]

Matthew Perry, actor best known for Friends, dies at 54 – reports

Actor most associated with the role of Chandler Bing in the long-running sitcom said to have drowned at his Los Angeles home

[brostateexam]

A New Drug Switched Off My Appetite. What’s Left?

Mounjaro did what decades of struggle with managing weight couldn’t. Welcome to the post-hunger age.

“Something’s happened,” I told my wife. She is a veteran of watching me try to fix my body. I told her: Where before my brain had been screaming, screaming, at air-raid volume—there was sudden silence. It was confusing. Would it last?

I went alone that night to a Chinese restaurant, the old-school kind with tables, and ordered General Tso’s. I ate the broccoli, a few pieces of chicken, and thought: too gloopy. I left it unfinished, went home in confusion, a different kind of sleepwalker. I passed bodegas and shrugged. At an office I observed the stack of candies and treats with no particular interest.

Decades of struggle—poof. Apparently the Mounjaro molecule targets the same hormone as Ozempic, plus a second one, so it doesn’t just stimulate insulin production but also boosts energy output.

“I urgently need,” I thought, “an analog synthesizer.” Something to fill the silence where food used to be. Every night for weeks I spent four, five hours twisting Moog knobs. Not making music. Just droning, looping, and beep-booping. I needed something to obsess over, to watch YouTube videos about. I needed something to fail at every night to feel normal. And I was also manic, dysregulated, and wide-eyed, sleeping five hours a night, run-walking, with pressured speech; my friends, happy for me but confused, called me “cocaine Paul.” I bought more synthesizers off a guy from Craigslist, meeting him in Bushwick, Brooklyn, with a grand in cash. A body is not designed to lose 25 pounds in eight weeks, starting during the holidays. Beep. Boop.

With the relief come new anxieties. What if it stops working and I slide back into the vale of infinite noise? Compounding that, these drugs are hard to get, both because of supply chain problems and because they are being prescribed off-label for weight loss instead of diabetes. I can’t get a steady prescription from the pharmacy. I’m developing a rationing plan, stretching from an injection every seven days to one every eight or nine to build up a stockpile.

[swoopyswish]

Meant to just casually start Disco Elysium tonight and the foreboding need to keep away while in school was right, I am hooked and don’t have time for this djfnfkd