Trans charity goes hard.

I'm not even lying... this is my job. www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ltl...

Imagine this is formatted in a really cool and artsy way. Reposts/vouches very much appreciated! #compsplatoon

Start training for work today and as someone with anxiety I'm extremely worried about making a mistake and ruining my chances at keeping this job long term. At the same time though I'm unbelievably excited to finally be behind a real line again, working with actual cooks instead of serving bullshit.

Me

Y'all don't know what you're missing out on not being in my chat when I stream. We freaky as hell.

Zip so nice, I shot it twice.

no longer funemployed 😔

The zaza got me talking like Pingu

Gonna just start putting female down on job applications to see if I get more responses than when I put non binary. Job search blows :/

Doing team coaching but I talk like Gordon Ramsay in kitchen nightmares.

well.... who want me. :3

Meowdy yall, Goxu here to give an update. We've been inactive for a bit due to life happenings so I've decided that in order to continue our comp journeys, we can't be sitting idly waiting for us to get back together. I love my teammates to death and wish only the best for each and every one (cont.)

I see what Lexi saw in my pen now. I showed tf up today and I've never felt better about my gameplay. LI ban soon trust.

me watching chara do the wordle

holy FUCK it feels so good to be playing again

if you say you can scrim, you should show up if you say you can scrim, you should show up if you say you can scrim, you should show up if you say you can scrim, you should show up if you say you can scrim, you should show up if you say you can scrim, you should show up

-110 we're so back

"If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."

feeling real grateful for having the cognitive ability to consciously arrange colors and lines to represent objects and/or ideas rn

#1 zip hater is back.

played the same amount of hours as my birthday. It must be a sign....

My longboard is no more. Bearings are shattering on one of the wheels

I never give myself room to make mistakes or just play bad. My standards for myself are way too high and I don't know how to turn it off. Like I know I haven't played consistently in forever, why am I getting frustrated at myself for not being at the level I was at when I stopped.

Trying to quit a substance is so fucking embarrassing.

Im over here caramellizing onions I got onions in my pan rn I'm caramellizing my onions. I'm hungry as fuuuck man

I used to be a slightly above average osu player www.twitch.tv/goxuuuu

Tried and true date idea: Watch zootopia 2 and kiss every time there's an animal on screen.

Today's just making me feel so invalid. I'd honestly be spiraling if I wasn't going out tn.

Dr.Pepper must be a gynecologist the way she's inside me rn.

Got called the trans slur today so that's a cool thing to experience before my date in 5 hours ://

Yall think motherboards serve cunt?

Saying this next time I die with a power clam

Things are going so well for me rn. WHY THE FUCK AM I SAD.

ICE must be destroyed.

SOMEONE PLEASE PICK ME UP I'LL DO ANYTHING

My shot calling is actually so fucking good now that I really look back at things. I still remember perfectly reading a team at ltc and calling for a zip top right to kill crab like 5 seconds before it happened and it got us the win. For the level we were at, it was an insane upset.

I'm getting sick again. Fuck my stupid chud life...

Get you a girl that supports your delusions.

Squats got my ass sounding like a johnny test whipcrack when I walk.

My experience returning to the game after multi-week breaks every time: Game 1: I am a bot. I lost all talent. I am doomed. Game 2: I remember what a controller is. Game 3: I am seeing timelines I've never seen before. My mind is clear. I am the best to ever do it. Games 4+: *Back to normal*

Do it mad. Do it sad. Do it bald. Your dreams are achievable, just put your mind to it. 💪

I've worked a full time job +overtime playing pool this week, which is another reason the incident last night pissed me off so bad. I need to get better if I'm going to live off of this.

So fucking sick and tired of my "friends" only caring about my feelings once I actually show them. Made me skate 40 minutes to the bar just to not get on a table, then skate 30 minutes back because I'm not gonna wait for a table on a saturday when I'm already seething. I fell twice cause I cant see

I don't sharpen my pocket knife because I want it to hurt more if I need to use it on someone :D

I'm failing