I ate a lot of shrimp when I was younger. Any time I went out to eat, I would be sure to find a dish that had shrimp in it. I ordered shrimp fried rice from a local Chinese food place with such frequency that they ended up giving it to me in something as big as those five-gallon buckets from Home Depot. Eventually I started buying all of my shrimp directly from them. My apartment smelled like fish for months, until it finally went away almost a year after I realized I had a problem. “Eat too much and you’ll get sick” is absolutely correct. It had begun to physically pain me to eat shrimp, but I couldn’t stop myself. I loved the shrimp far too much to keep myself from guzzling down buckets of those raw pink morsels. It occurred to me that this wasn’t a good thing for me when I began chewing on their shells just to hear the crunch, and talking to the tank of a few live ones I kept around for entertainment. This lifestyle had been slowly k(r)illing me. Anyway, I’m proud to say that I’m sober now (I haven’t eaten any shrimp in about sixteen years), but if anybody knows what I can do about my new developing situation of finding myself waking up in the middle of the night standing one one leg and pecking at myself like a flamingo, I’m open to suggestions, because all of my doctors have given up on me.
I wonder if my allergy to all the fishy things might have something to do with the copious amounts of it I consumed as a young. For years, the only flesh we got to eat was either caught from the ocean or, during the season, venison donated by a neighbor who was a hunter. Back then, gummint surplus food didn't include any meat products.
On the other hand, I learned how to be poor. Looks like I might get to brush off those skills again, and soon.
Hey, it's been overcast here for four days, but no rain. Couldja either make it rain or get rid of the clouds?
I 'm headed towards Seasonal Affective Disorder.
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I ate a lot of shrimp when I was younger. Any time I went out to eat, I would be sure to find a dish that had shrimp in it. I ordered shrimp fried rice from a local Chinese food place with such frequency that they ended up giving it to me in something as big as those five-gallon buckets from Home Depot. Eventually I started buying all of my shrimp directly from them. My apartment smelled like fish for months, until it finally went away almost a year after I realized I had a problem. “Eat too much and you’ll get sick” is absolutely correct. It had begun to physically pain me to eat shrimp, but I couldn’t stop myself. I loved the shrimp far too much to keep myself from guzzling down buckets of those raw pink morsels. It occurred to me that this wasn’t a good thing for me when I began chewing on their shells just to hear the crunch, and talking to the tank of a few live ones I kept around for entertainment. This lifestyle had been slowly k(r)illing me. Anyway, I’m proud to say that I’m sober now (I haven’t eaten any shrimp in about sixteen years), but if anybody knows what I can do about my new developing situation of finding myself waking up in the middle of the night standing one one leg and pecking at myself like a flamingo, I’m open to suggestions, because all of my doctors have given up on me.
I wonder if my allergy to all the fishy things might have something to do with the copious amounts of it I consumed as a young. For years, the only flesh we got to eat was either caught from the ocean or, during the season, venison donated by a neighbor who was a hunter. Back then, gummint surplus food didn't include any meat products.
On the other hand, I learned how to be poor. Looks like I might get to brush off those skills again, and soon.
Yes. Of course.
This but unironically
Hey, it's been overcast here for four days, but no rain. Couldja either make it rain or get rid of the clouds?
I 'm headed towards Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Looks like you should get sunshine tomorrow. Here we're heading for a long stretch of cold.
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I find this post difficult to fap to.
Yeah. Well.