A while back--and I can’t be bothered to check my notes or my blog posts where I might or might not have announced that this was a thing that I was going to do--I mentioned that I was catching up on some of the Prompt-A-Days that I missed back in the day.
I seem to recall someone complaining that it was going to be a second-person fic.
Deal with it, someone.
Greetings, dear readers of "The Strange Case of Dinky Hooves' Cutie Mark Curiosity" in the last row!
There are a few important things I need to talk about regarding the fic, so, let's get this started:
1. Most important thing first:
Aragón: uggggh
Aragón: I can’t concentrate on this shit
MrNumbers: that presentation you were talking about yesterday?
Aragón: yeah
Aragón: it’s an important one – I even gotta wear a fucking suit to class, man
MrNumbers: huh
MrNumbers: neat
Aragón: yeah that’ll be cool
Aragón: oh shit you know what
Aragón: you know what would be neat
Aragón: I should wear the suit as I study it
This happened.
This is an actual conversation that happened. Slightly edited and streamlined to be easier to read, but accurate nonetheless. I am legitimately this fucking dumb. But, shit, might as well be me who tells the story.
Aragón: and then my pharmacist asked my sister if I'm always “like this”
Aragón: which I honestly took as a compliment?
Aragón: but I guess I technically can’t go back to that place anymore
Yeah no I'm not kidding. That's, like, a thing. We're discussing high-end literature today.
ok so actually i might delete this
but do u remember in like december or whatever when i said i had a kinda bf
well i broke up with him
yeah
*pretends to listen to single ladies by beyonce*
*actually watches downton abbey like the dweeb i am*