Art Vandelay

I am a placeholder for almost every single relationship I have. And every relationship I no longer have, I was discarded as such when the time came.

Perfumes that will make people wanna eat you?

Perfumes that will make people wanna eat you?

Perfumes that will make people wanna eat you?

It’s official, I don’t like Retatrutide, and damn, I wanted to. I believe it to be one of the finest things to come out of the pharmaceutical laboratories since penicillin, but I won’t run it again anytime soon unless I decide to enter a monastery. This is my third experiment with it. I’m about 3 1/2 weeks in, using 2 mg a week, injected once weekly. The first trial was daily administration of a microdose totaling 2.1 mg a week, and my second experiment was twice weekly administration at 1 mg. I want the lipid support, the increased insulin sensitivity, and the increased nutrient partitioning, but I’m not willing to sacrifice my “desires” for the benefits. Tirzepatide and Retatrutide do a really good job of turning off, or turning down the food noise for me. I’m admittedly a comfort eater. If I’m stressed, I can find some temporary solace in a bucket of Trader Joe’s chocolate chip dippers or a couple of fancy pizzas or both. Why not both? And some while I’m at it! The Reta does a magnificent job of turning down the food noise, and I know it doesn’t do that at the little dose I’m using for everybody, but I can effortlessly eat like a committed professional bodybuilder when I’m running it. All I crave are my necessary macros, and it’s not hard to get them down, and I don’t suffer from any weird intestinal issues or bloating or nausea. What I do notice, and what I really can’t reconcile myself to, is that it turns off not just the food noise, but it turns off my sex noise. It doesn’t kill my libido necessarily, but it turns my sexual desires into something that I can take or leave: I guess to put a finer point on it, it’s not that I’m not interested, it’s that I’m not interested in putting in the minimal effort into initiating sex. WTF? Who am I on this stuff?? It’s a fascinating compound. Not only does it turn off food noise and do all of the cool things that I mentioned above, but it also seems to turn off retail urges as well. I’m not a big spender, but I’ve always enjoyed looking through fancy catalogs and window shopping, and when I’m running a GLP class compound, I’m not even interested in looking in the window of a nice retail store. I can certainly deal without the retail noise, however little it may be in my normal life, but I am absolutely unwilling to sacrifice my sex drive for any amount of aesthetic or lipid improvement. I will leave it at this: I am jealous of those of you who can run the compound and keep your sex noise in place.

I’m a high school teacher. We have policies. Late work gets points deducted. Turn it in on time or take the hit. That’s how students learn responsibility. Senior year. Final paper worth thirty percent of the grade. Due Friday. Monday came. Still no paper from this one kid. Smart kid. Never missed assignments before. Called him to my desk after class. “Where’s your paper?” He looked down. “I don’t have it” Waited. He didn’t elaborate. “You know this tanks your grade right? Might not graduate” He nodded. Still wouldn’t look at me. “Do you not care?” His voice cracked. “My dad died Thursday night. Heart attack. Paper was done. On my laptop. But I’ve been at the hospital. At the funeral home. I forgot. I just forgot.” My chest tightened. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because it sounds like an excuse. Everyone has excuses.” He finally looked up. Eyes red. “Just fail me. I deserve it.” Closed my gradebook. “Email me the paper tonight. Full credit. And take this week off. Come back when you’re ready.” He shook his head. “The policy—” “I’m the teacher. I make exceptions when life happens. Your dad died. That’s not an excuse. That’s a tragedy. Go home.” He graduated. Top ten percent. Spoke at graduation. Mentioned a teacher who showed him that rules and compassion can coexist. I was in the audience. Crying. Sometimes grace matters more than policy. —Mr. Hayes, English teacher

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Fahk to basics

So does the golf community/PGA just not care that hes clearly on the juice?

Jay-Z said then two niggas who beefed are still little niggas to him lmao

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