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Search - "i’m autistic?"
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That feeling when you apply to a job and in their rejection email where they point out that they have a whole rubric for assessing applications and you just don’t make the cut, they end the email with “We wish you success with your job search. To assist in your employment search, we would like to refer you to this [resource](http://myspectrumsuite.com/employme...)
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My brain overheated again. with my autistic empathy cranked to 11, I’m now feeling sorry for a js service worker because browser puts it to sleep when it wants to, and it has to call waitUntil to ask the browser not to
I’m about to cry -
Atomoxetine 40mg here we goooo
I’m so tired of that autistic shenanigans that don’t let me live properly3 -
At the end of the avenue, lived its creator. Well, used to leave. The weird half-house is hoarded, and his skeleton is there somewhere.
When flying above, I noticed a small enclave with fancy but small buildings. I put on my cloak and landed.
“What is it? It’s easier to answer what it is not”.
The hatch opened. I went in, about 30 meters. The hatch closed behind me. The tube-powered holographic screen lit up. “I think the secrets of the universe is more important than knowing today's weather”, she said, smiling.
I put on a blueprint of their superbug. Incurable, it had molecular ammo on it.
“Thanks”, I said, leaving. “Forgive my autistic antics. As for my cat, well, they copy their owners’ behavior, don’t they?”
And I took off.
I finally got some tattoos. I don’t know why, but all of them were about menstruation.
“I don’t want to let _him_ into our tattoo life club!”, my cousin said.
I then connected our M1A1 Abrams to a military tablet I stole from the avenue creator. “What’s that?”, my uncle said. “It’s the fourth time already that I get us new fiber optic cable. Think about my father! He’s dying!”
I hug my cousin. She was already dead.
This is why I’m stuck here. In the middle of nowhere, in a rusted trailer, naked, eating uncooked human meat from a dog bowl.7