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Cake day: June 25th, 2025

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  • I’m still trying to process this scene the next day. It was funny, I got the result I wanted, everyone just moved on and was fine.

    But it bothers me how angry those girls were. Like I went too far.

    They were there as product promotion. Just before drag show giving out shots. And I was so unpleasant they skipped out giving free alcohol to a crowd that would have eagerly accepted it just to get away from me. It wasn’t even in the same room. It was next door. And they just put down the tray and left the building.

    To get away from me. Who never even got out of the chair.

    I think I went too far, like I countered harassment with bullying.


  • No, I’m the bar being offer a specific shot from An entire tray of them, a promotion, an advertisement.

    “Why yes, I’ll have a shot of new orange jager, from the makers of jagermeister, jagermeister - this was originally medicine, brought to me by the new ford f250. Ford, because you’re penis doesn’t work probably from the jager. You should drink more jager brought to you by…”





  • I think I’m at a point where I need a therapist again. This was not okay. I feel like the concerta makes me mean. I’m the Rick Sanchez of my friend group. I don’t think I’m intelligent or capable. I’m just surrounded by idiots frequently so it just seems that way by comparison. But that’s not humble or respectful, it’s the opposite. And it’s mean.

    I got on the concerta after vyvance was perfect but I acclimated to it inside a week and it had literally zero effect after that. I thought that I going from perfection to starting over inside a week meant this was going to be an abusable drug and I should try something else but this generic concerta makes me feel just mean all the fucking time.

    I hurt those girls because I have a hang up on advertisements and knew exactly where to point a sharp stick without even stopping to think what that meant.

    I’m the problem


  • I was there in a calm bar with friends. And I do enjoy their product (orange jager, peach vodka, pinnacle whipped, sprite, play with the ratios to taste) is nice and super effective. But I don’t come here to be advertised to and sending attractive women to promote ethanol to men at a gay bar was an interesting choice, but that doesn’t mean the response was proportional. I basically launched a nuke at Israel.

    If I was a normal person I would have recognized all this BEFORE I said that.

    Instead I made 2 young women feel shame for trying earn a paycheck.

    I hate myself.


  • No I was the asshole. I just wanted to be left alone and an advertisement approached me and did not read me. That’s fine, I’m a weird read, but I feel like this was more opening-the-ark-of-the-covenant than I-expected-a-pamphlet.

    At the end of the day, they are just doing their jobs and I really do feel offended by any goddamn form of advertisement in my life but implying a woman is a whore is totally different than implying a gay man is a whore. The contexts don’t align.

    So I lashed out at an ad. And it was a person. And I feel awful.