I am Lattrommi. Yes, that one. You’ve never heard of me? I’m not surprised. It is often said that anything you put on the internet will live there forever. It becomes immortal. I do everything backwards and wrong. I do not live forever, I am always dying. ¿|√∞²|?
Yes.
What I have difficulty with, is when some wayward knotted cluster I’ve inadvertently consumed, tries to jump ship the next day in the restroom, while having managed to braid itself on one end into my derrière hair, while the other side of it is still chilling somewhere up in my small intestine.
I find a tiny pair of scissors to be very useful. I trim back only one part of my facial hair, the ‘hitler mustache’ area. It can be done quickly and easily and with care, few would notice there was anything trimmed at all. For me, it makes a world of difference when eating. I wont try to convince you further, I know Ii’m set in my ways, just wanting to say that there is an alternative to lip hair inhalation.
RE soups and stews: Leave it. Let it dry. You never know when you might need an emergency ration. Soak it in a bowl of water for a light snack or a mid-afternoon burst of energy.
but can you turn yourself on? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I am a jack of all trades, master of none. I’m a nobody, who likes to have fun. I’m easily distracted and lose focus a ton.
I am an amateur scientist, a cook, an author of unwritten books, I can’t solve your problems but I’ll still take a look.
I’ve been a toy soldier, a quick thinker, a recycling inventer and a useless tinker, who was once known as a legendary drinker.
I’m naturally shy but occasionally I’m bolder and i see beauty beyond the eye of the beholder as a student or mentor to both younger and older.
A person “who” cares, doesn’t matter about “what”, “when” I’m needed, “where” ever that may be, and sometimes “why”. z.
I’ve walked a mile in your shoes and I ran so far away just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles to fall down at your door.
I never give up, never surrender, never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around, bright eyes, every now and then i fall apart.
A party of one, a party of five, a party of me, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive. As long as I know how to love I know I’ll be alive, I will survive.
I want it all or maybe just a little bit off more than I can chew on that it’s a piece of cake and eat it too rich for my blood is thicker than water you talking about?
Chances are, the odds are even, shirts versus skins. don’t stop believin’ that as far as I’m concerned, everybody wins or was kung fu fighting, thunderbolts and lightning, please.
Online I go by Lattrommi, the first and foremost, last but not least, mostly a man, still part beast, from the state of ohio in the united states of north america on this planet earth within the sol system somewhere along an arm of the milky way galaxy.
If you read all this, I hope you have a nice day.
This is likely a regional thing but the one I went to, which was billed as LGBTQ friendly, had 20 participants, 1 bi woman, 1 bi man, 2 straight women and the rest was straight men.
It was not well organized, cost $20, used prompts that weren’t relevant since the early 90’s and overall was awkward and depressing. I hope yours fares better.
Pretty sure I was the only one on speed too. (Joking!)