Wyzecat

18, maybe.

A "Do not throw tampons or facial tissue into the toilets" sign. Above a urinal.

Two words: Guacamole. Doritos.

So it's been almost four months since I last did something with my stupid blog. Yeah, I'm just checking in and confirming that nothing bad happened to me recently; in fact, I just got my PSAT scores back, and they're... pretty high. So good news, indeed. I can't think of anything serious to put here, so have some stuff from the summer. This is what a toilet in Philmont looks like. Booooooom Sunrise And the end of this post, goodbye for now.

Technically a ghost pepper. I love spicy food.

A coaster. YEAAAAAH

So, Level six. Honestly, I'm impressed as to how much of a terrible person this thing says I am.

Hello

I've seen a few walking around where I live. No way am I going to initiate conversation with them, though.

Horse.

I'm not sure. If I had to guess if I do, I might have Asperger syndrome. It's entirely possible that I do, but it's also entirely possible that I don't have it. If I do, at worst, I might have a moderate case of Asperger syndrome (my poor communication skills, obsessiveness, (almost) complete lack of empathy, etc.); but even if I do have it, I haven't been that affected at all, so it doesn't really matter too much. The only diagnosed disorders that I have are ADHD and OCD, which happen to share some symptoms with Asperger syndrome. But this is all useless speculation unless I get diagnosed, so I really don't know.