The overwhelming majority of people are paid actors whose job is to stand in my way when I want to go home after work.

It’s about harmless beliefs, not not being crazy.

Go get them tiger!

Don’t forget to tell us how it went.

My skin takes it’s time to actually burn, but when it does it burns hardcore. I bitch and whine about it for the rest of the day. Which might be more of because I’m a pussy than of the burn itself.

Just started listening to the 10 hour mix of Noisestorms Crab Rave. I try to keep you updated on my mental decline.

Edit: I gave up after 7 hours. I am too weak.