So…as disturbing as that news was, I do believe I overreacted in being mean to you. Please, forgive me Booky. The last thing I want is to lose you. You know what? Carty was right. I should’ve expected that Octavia was a lesbian. I mean, I don’t see how he thinks it was obvious, but I see what could be seen as signs. Let’s address this issue.
Alright, seeing as Octavia was my solution to plan Gettin Busy, I’ll need to turn to my backups. Here’s the list: Rarity, Rose, Applejack, Twilight, Blossom, and the lesbian. I don’t think any of these would be preferable. Sure, Rarity’s pretty, Rose has the best scent, Applejack is strong -for a mare anyway-, Twilight is smart -for a mare anyway-, Blossom’s got the nicest plot, and the lesbian is very slim, but none are exactly perfect. Rarity would probably quit the second we got sweaty, Rose would cling like a tick, Applejack would hurt my delicate frame, Twilight would probably think about it too much, Blossom would probably piss me off, and the lesbian is a lesbian who likes other lesbians who are into lesbian on lesbian action. So I’m not entirely sure which one I’d prefer. Meh, I’ll think of something.
As for my stuff that I’d like to sell, I’m not entirely unsure that Twilight will let me get away if I showed up at her house-thing. It would probably benefit me more to wait until after the party to do that. That way I’ll be good and drunk. I mean, the last thing I want is to show up and suddenly be bombarded with feelings about why the hay I bothered showing up. As I recall, it was Twilight who set me up with a certain little bitch we will not speak of.
I know you’re probably wondering if I brought anything interesting with me after work. Well, no, no I didn’t. I spent the majority of the shift seething in rage. I probably broke more stuff than I cleaned, which is pretty cool as I provided myself with stuff to clean up and thus internally sustain my profession.
You know, sometimes I wonder if we truly matter. Are we really as important as we make ourselves out to be? Think about it. Celestia and Lunario -I’ve long since forgotten the other one’s name- move the sun and the moon. Their power must be incredible. Consider, if you will, that there are other worlds out there. Each of them must rely on them to move the sun and the moon. Then you must consider the vastness of space….the ever-expanding blackness of solitary infinity with all of these potential worlds of creatures, all of them relying on those two princesses for survival. These are beings that could evaporate us into nothingness at the blink of an eye and yet they see fit to rule us with love and compassion. We -more so you- are nothing to them, pebbles before mountains. With all of their power, they still humble themselves to actually rule us benevolently.
Or they are both lying their plots off about their power in order to subjugate all of us with our utter terror of their claimed powers.
I think I've got it! I've figured it all out! They’re……WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE HAY PUT MY DAMN VASE ON THE TOP SHELF OF MY BOOKCASE?!
Great! This is just fucking perfect! Now I've got a damn gash on my ear. I’m sorry Booky, this is for nightday. I’ve got to go address this injury before going to get me some strange.