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Here's one for the Mods.

I've never thought that I would outgrow London and England, but it happened. If only I could be more of a Canadian for my mum's sake.

Maybe I shouldn't force the Canadian thing and do it naturally instead. Listening to The Guess Who, watching hockey and cheering for Canada while watching the Olympics are all good and natural ways for me to let my maple leaf shine through.

If I would have kept the Union Jack and the Kinks type clothing, I'd be as miserable as I was a year ago. I'd be moaning and groaning about how things haven't changed in 30 years. I haven't moaned and groaned about my gender issues for nearly 2 months.

OK, NOW I'm starting to see why some people can't get around the Cloudflare glitch in order to post. I got caught in a loop trying to edit a post, and eventually I just deleted the post in question. I then tried reposting it, but it wouldn't let me because it kept getting caught in that loop. Maybe I need to fool it by changing my MAC address or something.

It's not a CAPTCHA glitch though, it's a Cloudflare glitch, at least from what I can tell. Cloudflare is simply triggering the CAPTCHAs. That is, unless the CAPTCHA verification system is feeding CloudFlare bad data... Hmm...

CloudFare goes way over my head.

Finally made my room decent enough

I remember when I was 19, nothing of mine was clean or organized, college made me less organized for some reason. It was a lot to keep up with and I totally stopped cleaning my room.

my incurable slob poem-

i collect stuff
it's never enough
my place is a mess
this i will confess
i could be on the tube
like those other poor boobs
on TV shows about we hoarders
all disorganized old molderers
and all of us are so alone
with nobody which to atone
i'm only slightly blue
but don't know what to do.
my sis will inherit my mess
she will exclaim, oh god bless
or maybe a few different words
synonymous with fornicating turds
lord please help me
i pray to thee
i can't fix it all myself
i need providential help
otherwise one day they'll find my skeleton
under piles like a heap of rotten gelatin
and stinking to heavenly hell
with my spirit in heaven to dwell
but for ever and a day
in my real divine home to stay.

I'm becoming less autistic.

^^^progress?

A flash of light is seen, then Riley enters the arena.
That's right, I am back! I had loads of fun earlier as well

It's like the fog has lifted from my mind.
I can talk to people - no matter who they are.
I'm barely stuttering.
I can handle anything.
Changes don't faze me at all.
I don't feel any fear.

I'm beginning to realise how much my old job traumatised me.

I feel like I've been freed, and it feels wonderful.