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That didn't bother me. I just hate how I constantly put my foot in my mouth. I could have easily turned that into a fun exchange and made friends with the new neighbour. Now, I have to avoid/ignore them till they move and I get a fresh start with who ever moves in next.

My mouth started responding before my brain told it what to say and I was trying to get it to stop, but it just slowed down the sentence and ended up sounding like I didn't believe what I was saying. She said, "so what highschool do you go to?" And my actual response was, "no..I'm...a grown man." I might as well have said, "I'm a big boy!" The smile on her face when she said, " you look so young," might as well have been roaring laughter. I just pushed the lawn mower back into the garage. Fuck the grass....fml

Oh no, not again. Twice was plenty. (The second time was to see if I had built up a tolerance. I hadn't)

In the moment, I'll admit I was displeased But now, sitting here, riddled with cancer (I assume), I'm feeling oddly tranquil

It's not for everybody. In fact, just me and Vin Diesel so far. But we'll keep spreading the gospel.

I highly recommend you give it a try. Make sure you're wearing sweatpants for the full experience. Best day ever.

And every day was the same. And nothing you did mattered.

The Pope died.

You gave Fuggs syphilis?

I was googling 'Breaking Bad blood donation episode' This makes more sense

Vampires aren't real. If they were, we would know. You have any idea how insane you would become living that long. Insane people can't keep secrets.

Why would I be offended? This is all a joke. I mean both this thread and life in general.

I'm just kidding. Except about the crying in the car part, but that's a regular thing I do regardless of the days events. Actually, I gave blood and went to get drinks. That turned out to be a bad idea, one thing led to another and now I'm at the hospital where they are, you won't believe this, giving me my own blood. Crazy, right? How's your day going?

The friend group went to this blood drive. I didn't even want to go. I was guilted into it. I get there and they wouldn't take my blood. I ask why. The lady said they don't take sad blood. I told her that's not a thing. She said it's a personal policy and I "better get my sad ass on somewhere." Now i'm crying in the car, sadder than ever.