I have no offspring that I am aware of.

I like it when Neuer leaves the penalty area.

I have four children walking upright on the planet breathing oxygen on a regular basis. I also have seven children in heaven, one of whom I held in my hands before she passed. They are all named.

Birthday is arriving shortly. So I'll give out some birthday/age related facts.

Since I was 13? (Far as I remember.) I stopped receiving any present for my birthday from my parents. (A few times I don't even remember them ever acknowledging it.) I seem to scale unfavorably in that. Only later on in my adult life have we basically just gone out to eat to celebrate most family birthdays. Though that's not always the case and it usually doesn't happen on that date.

My friends and I always try to get together for birthdays and usually do give presents to one another. Many times my roommate got me a cake. And I very much appreciate that someone in my life puts in any effort. That tradition will in fact continue this year. And after the year I had, I need it...

Also, most of my friends share similar birthday dates. So it takes me a minute to not mix the dates up.

That and Cookie cake is the undisputed best version of cake. With cheesecake coming in a promising second place.

What if Stacy's mom was Jesse's girl and her number was 867-5309?

I can recall exceptionally obscure facts, such as that based off of paleontological data for total number and concentration of prehistoric felids it appears that North American cave lions, Panthera leo atrox, account for only some two-point-six percent of the fossils at Rancho La Brea, but I have no seeming capacity to remember any "regular" information to any reliable extent. I cannot consistently recall birthdays, names, phone numbers, personal number inputs, holidays, day of the week, license plates, addresses, and so on. The majority of these I do, in fact, forget exist.

Everytime I see Jurassic Park and Jurassic World and movies like that I wonder what the world would be like if people recreated and genetically altered dinosaurs.

I have no offspring that I am aware of.

That Im aware of XD

Hm.

I may mentioned this before but--

I'm hungover. Again.

I have a great memory for dates and numbers.

I have an evil nemesis who is constantly plotting the downfall of every fictional universe I try to create.

It's called procrastination.

I'm surprised Broof.com is still a meme after 18 years.

And yes, that is all the website is. Always has been. That was kinda the point.

I seem to be good at getting myself out of unfavorable/awkward situations by coming up with the right words at the right time.

I have become so accustomed to nightmares and or disquieting imagery that when I would be afflicted with one, I haven't much a reaction. It has become so common place and desensitized me to the stimuli that I find myself consciously rebuking the horror. For some reason or another, this works and I am left finding myself suddenly awake, free of the grips of the scenario. That has come to work with what would be sleep paralysis as well and I seem to retain an sizable amount of autonomy over myself.

I originally had monthly nightmares not even nightmares really just small jumpscares in my dreams but when I started writing horror fanfiction my nightmares have been coming more on a weekly basis and it's always characters I've written about.

I have become so accustomed to nightmares and or disquieting imagery that when I would be afflicted with one, I haven't much a reaction. It has become so common place and desensitized me to the stimuli that I find myself consciously rebuking the horror. For some reason or another, this works and I am left finding myself suddenly awake, free of the grips of the scenario. That has come to work with what would be sleep paralysis as well and I seem to retain an sizable amount of autonomy over myself.

Unironicly this reasaults in nightmares turning into inception-esque action movies with that one self-aware antagonist sabatoging your 'get out of the shit free' cards.

Then I wake up and be like "fuck this, GO BACK"

It's like I got server-banned from my own nightmare for hax.

I'm honestly really tempted to get back to going to therapy because my emotions make it hard to do much of anything... but no surprise because one of the emotions is anxiety I'm anxious about it...

I encountered the Anima once, at least a manifestation of it, @Foster. Uniquely it was the only entity I could not influence and the best way to describe it was that there was no "connection" to it; it just was. It also appeared to be self-aware of its place and status as the Anima. Our conversation went well, that was one of the core elements, and to this very day that was the only experience I can recount from a dream where I met "something else" that had agency.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Mine was a bit of a cold-hearted dick. Wouldn't say I was in much of a mood to hold a conversation as ram a tank through the doors he'd barricaded and ram that darn pellet-rifle down his throat.

Getting shot in the ass by your own dream by a pellet rifle isn't fun. It's that one that punishes you for being a nice person.

In short, I ran into Mal/Glass.
-P. sure it's a chunk of my brain that doesn't like my self-awareness from derrailling a nightmare with logic.

The good news is it only manifests when I 'beat' a nightmare, starting the "nightmare +1" difficulty.
-Which is kinda the difference between DooM 2 on nightmare, vs DooM 2 suddenly switching to Team Deathmatch in a Coop map.