Autistic Stoner Weeaboo Millennial NEETs of America Conference ~ASWMNAC~
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Thank you, Drakonic, for niumusicplayer 😎
Just about every friend group seems to have that one guy is just too damn high. Like all the time high. Morning, Afternoon, Day, Night, Third Shift, First Shift, all day. Time moves differently when you're allowed to relax. Right now, I'm glad to be able to relax. Well, sorta. Part of me feels dumb for not cutting up more zines and getting caught up in an anxiety loop. Going to try to avoid that. Pulling a 「徹夜」 tonight to get more paper stuff ready for the trip. Idk if I could cut zines in the back seat of the car while it's moving, hmmmmm.... Might risk it with my trusty cheap cutter. Still kinda traumatized from cutting into my fingernails - all the way down to tender skin below the nails. On two separate occasions, on the same night. Like, not two fings at once. This was two wholly separate oopsies. One fing then, after some pause to let the first wound settle in, BANG-O BOOOM BLASH KEPLASH WOOOOOOSH KANBOOOSH. Just about that, really. I'll never look at self-publishing the same way ever again.
There was so much blood, I think my thumb was still squirting blood well into the next day. Anyway, gonna maybe wear gloves while cutting zines from now on to avoid this - even if they look dumb, because I'm dumb. Simple as. Most women are not ready for an autistic stoner weeaboo husband. My wife is a saint to put up with my nonsense.
Actually fml, my dns shit is fucked and tism.help and zine.help aren't working. Whatever.
Wait, I'm reading that dns thing may be on bear's end. Shit. Ok, back to cutting and printing. Just gonna print extra papes to cut at a hotel. Idk why I'm treating the first real vacation I've had in over a year like a promotional opportunity. Well, I'm fuckin excited for paper stuff, so I gotta print out more games and paper junk to be connected with little looped hook thingies, sorta like how people wear Labubus. The world isn't ready for my crusade against plastic slop with paper kino. Zine fashion. I've got about 2 to 3 hours before the big trip to Maine officially starts. And I swear I won't be on another Skunk, not now, at least.
