… so I said, make a concerted effort to drink lots of water, that way if you have any bladder leakage, you won’t smell like pee.
The one night I didn’t close my curtains and was getting a good night, I woke up to flashing lights on my wall; there was an accident on the highway, and about four cop cars were out there.
My vertigo is back, and I’m wondering if it’s due to my sleeplessness or the heat. I don’t know when it happened, but I started associating vertigo with summer, like how some people associate Black with negativity.
How about someone getting brownballed or whitemailed for once? Can we get a yellow market, please! And by the way, I still wish I were indigo for real. Only in Animal Crossing can I be purple. I also wouldn’t mind being Brunswick green. But then, I suppose the grass-green people will probably hate me.
Stop throwing shadism
— Black sam
BTW: Another thing I noticed on real estate shows is that they don’t say master bedroom anymore; they say primary bedroom or owner’s room.
What are you using your words for?
Do you remember when I tried to put myself on a weekly schedule, and I wanted to have a backlog of work and was going to make one post a week? Had my spreadsheet and everything, but that didn’t work for too long. It doesn’t make sense to hold onto something that’s done just to keep a schedule I set for myself. It felt wrong.
I’ve wondered if it’s about instant gratification, but I’ve posted stuff where no one clicks “Like.” It’s just out there, existing, floating in the ether-net, and I’m alright with that. Maybe the gratification is in the act of hitting “Publish.”
When the work and I agree that it’s done, it gets released into the wild, any time, any day. Get to the Choppa! In my head, it’s 1987 Predator urgent! Hit “Publish” or get skinned alive. Where is that urgency coming from? IDK. Yet.
I am confident that when I need to do something, it will get done. The calling will be so strong I won’t be able to ignore it.
Remember when I told you about that time my boss dragged me by my hair while I kicked and screamed to make a speech in front of ~ 30-20 people. I couldn’t even eat my lunch.
This memory always comes back to me because once I got up there and took a deep breath, I was fine, and when I was done, I realized it wasn’t nearly as traumatic as I imagined.
Maybe I won’t need a ghost reader after all.
Speaking of, summer is coming, and I will need to get out and read my poetry.
Long ago, I read in a Tony Robbins book that things get easier with exposure and practice.
So… If you have a thing to do, drag yourself by the hair and go do it!
— Courageous sam
I’ve been thinking about my prizes for Tyrant #12. I’m happy with what I have so far. I might do one prize per question.
Can you believe we’re almost halfway through 2026? These last five months flew by.
Sat May 30
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