Diagnosed with an depression
This is it!
I go for my neuropsych evaluation today. It’ll take tons of time but it’ll allow doctors to know the full extent of the damage done to my brain while I was busy flinging altoids at my face and suddenly falling over.
If you are wondering what started it, it’s this:
This was the end of the first ever Formula E race. I mean the end, they were very near the finish line. But the hate vortex’s sudden swelling can be traced back as far as an incident that occurred in the fucking eighties. The whole thing is a fuckstorm.
WHEN YOU SHIP SOMETHING PLATONICALLY BUT THE REST OF THE FANDOM SHIPS IT SEXUALLY/ROMATICALLY SO ALL THE MATERIAL OF THE SHIP IS ROMANTIC OR PORN
bad plumber’s mate is my favorite Mario character now
It’s Senna, patron saint of Gran Turismo and Lord of Really Dangerous Turns.
I am obligated by code to share a picture of Senna on this blog every so often, especially in this, the Year of Senna.
Shit is getting real on the F1 side of tumblr again and I can’t help but feel that it is too early in the season for this
Seeing Monty’s SNK posts reminds me of how one time my best friend won a King of Fighters game from our local convention and we decided to play it
Eventually we just accepted that we didn’t know how to play it and instead spent like three hours laughing at how one of the baseball girl’s moves looked like she was fondling someone at the crotch
It is a mystery.
Even in something as simple as Smash Bros. I default to Ganondorf in spite of him being ass tier. D: Might have something to do with the fact that circle and SRK motions mess with my hands, though. Practicing moves with those commands left my hands shaking wrecks and I never achieved consistency. I might have done better if I had a fightstick instead of a fightpad.