

I feel like this ring would increase my HP by 10.
A broken man, obsessed with 500 year old Mexican culture.


I feel like this ring would increase my HP by 10.


In chilaquiles or huevos rancheros.


My life is falling apart. I can’t find full time work that will cover my mortgage. I am in a panic every minute of every day.


Nahuatl. It’s one of the indigenous languages of Mexico. It’s what the people of Tenochtitlan and several other cities spoke.
When people think “Aztec” it’s that language.


I just cry. I hate my life. I wish I wasn’t born.
How is this framed as an “opinion”? It has either happened or not, thus becoming a question of “fact”.


I rolled the dice on myself and walked away bankrupt.


No woman ever wanted me. I don’t blame them. I’m a perpetual loser.
Oh shit is that potato blight?
Looking for a job. Studying for professional certifications. Any day I wake up.


I try stoicism in between bouts of panicking and crying.
I hate my life.
Why do people keep bringing up Perchance here? Is it one guy? Is it a bot?
I have a part time job that doesn’t pay the bills. My lunch 95% of the time at work is peanut butter (only ingredients peanuts and salt), jelly (reduced sugar), banana, and chia seeds on multi grain bread. I sneak in chia seeds into my meals whenever I can. They’re a good source of protein and I find my joint pain has reduced significantly since starting to eat them.
My oven can’t keep a stable temperature or I would be making my own bread.


“I’ve seen the future. I can’t afford it. To tell you the truth sir, someone just bought it.” -ABC
I’ve been mixing them together. I prefer chili flavored ramen and buttermilk for tang. I throw in frozen peas and sometimes I chop a gold potato up.
I could totally go for a cupcake right now.
This sounds like a bad idea.