I got some dry ones in college, not a ton but enough. Decided to put in some ramen I was making. I didn’t even get all the way through the bowl before I knew I should stop. Only closed eye visuals, but it was pretty dope.

I was floating down rainbow road from Mario kart 64 and the cosmic owl from adventure time was jamming out with these double sided maracas. It was pretty chill.

I have no clue how I dodge the type 2 bullet. Like I eat relatively healthy (because steak and mashed potatoes or fast food everyday sounds boring AF) but outside of college, I am one of the laziest mfers alive. But in my forties I started getting my a1c checked my serum level hasn’t been above 4.

It feels like I both won and lost the genetic lottery. Early onset arthritis and started balding in my twenties. But I’m tall, relatively healthy outside of the arthritis, and told by people who aren’t related to me that I’m conventionally attractive. The genome gives and the genome taketh away it seems.

Unironically, Albania’s flag goes way harder than it has any right to.