I've been weaving magic at work, doing the thing I do best: seeing through a child's eyes, loving and forgiving everyone endlessly. It's hard to explain what I do best. Pixar's Soul's 22 describes what I do.

I jazz. Really fucking well.

And because I'm autistic I love solving puzzles. Humans were my original puzzle - and finally after a lifetime ( Read more... )

One and a half hours before my deadline for a work thing, and I've been procrastinating this thing past two extensions already. The problem is I've been feeling so much better since Thursday, so now when I confront this thing (in which a traumatic incident occurred) a familiar blackness begins to descend upon me, and I don't want to open this thing ( Read more... )

The first time I fell in love with a boy, I was fifteen years old.

I was going to church regularly then, and believed in God.

We met at a church retreat held on the grounds of University of San Diego.

He was a tall, hunched over mysterious type, sporting dark brown shoulder-length hair. His name was Mike Yu and he played bass guitar during ( Read more... )

2021 was the year that a bunch of us started to work harder than we ever had before. Would it be a surprise that a bunch of us also fell off the wagon of sobriety?

I've always self-medicated to function-within-society. Whether it was Vicodin and cocaine in younger days, or coffee and cannabis in my adult years, I've found myself chugging substances ( Read more... )

I told elhoserboy that I would write this entry after I finish running the autism group. I'm running about two hours behind, which is par for the course these days. Haven't been keeping to any kind of norm-schedule, now that I'm salaried and can work wonky hours, especially since all services have been remote, and hello, everything is still pandemic-fucked.

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