WHERE ARE MY KEYS!? WHERE ARE THEY, DAMN IT!?! · 7:45pm Sep 16th, 2015
Oh wait, never mind. I just found them.
Anyway, this.
Oh wait, never mind. I just found them.
Anyway, this.
That’s right, it’s December, and I’ve managed to get one of these out two months in a row, which is, like, totally a record.
Also, fair warning, some of the pony pictures might not be topical; that’s because I’ve got several tabs open with ones I was gonna use for a story or blog art for said story but at the rate things are going, I’ll’ve replaced my computer before that particular story sees the light of day.
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And from the ashes she rose, the filly who was thought dead, and her eyes leaked the soot that were her remains. "Cozy Glow is real" she said, over and over again. And it was the last thing they ever heard.....
It went pretty well. I had to get a filling and the dentist told me he was going to shoot novacane into my mouth. I immediately thought of this song:
Then I thought of this one when the shit started to kick in:
Other than that, my day has been pretty chill. I hope you guys are well!
Okay, so first things first, I want y'all to know that I'm fine. I'm perfectly okay.
Good? Good.
So a couple weeks ago, my father found blood on my sheets. Figuring the time had finally come, he sat me down in front of him and told me about the wonders of growing up and the ways my body is going to change.
Then he stopped, and realized I'm actually not a woman.
So to the hospital we went.
I'm very, very sorry. A declaration like that typed out on a phone in front of a river is very scary. As an author who wanted to have his blog either be for comedy or stories, I feel it was very rude to drop that out of nowhere.
Also, not dead.
guessss what i did instead of being productive this morning
I got into rarity closet cosplay!
Yay!
Howdy folks!
With BronyCon in the rearview mirror, I’ve been feeling productive of late. While waiting on Thursday night for my roommates to arrive at the hotel, I started editing an old writeoff story of mine, and managed to finish it off and post it yesterday afternoon:
Here’s a list of true events I’ve lived through in the last few weeks—assembled in somewhat chronological order. Keep in mind I wrote this intending it as a comedy, but since it’s an actual abridged chronicle of my life, it reads like a horror story.
I expect nobody will laugh when reading this.
And I find that so unbelievably fucking funny, oh my God.
Twitter won't let me embed on here but
https://twitter.com/Hypescotch/status/1422280101878718464
and fuck you too Hype ;3 BTW, shade your hat you fucker, I know you have the full version of that commission after you spent a solid five minutes gushing over how well witchpepper did on all the little details ;3
THOSE NIGHT'S AT FREDBEARS - A FNAF-inspired game that takes place in the first original pizzeria establishment of the FNAF lore!
When the lights go out and the doors close
After the animatronic shows
At the hour of midnight, this place is filled with fright
It's a monster's delight
Darkness fills the hallways and the rooms
This just happened. This is real, I'm not kidding, this is an actual true story. This has changed me.
Today I woke up to my neighbor gently jacking off his dog.
I just took a nap in my new house for the first time, and my neighbor was gently jacking off his dog under my window. I got out of bed, stretched my arms, and looked at the city of Barcelona with a big smile on my face, and my neighbor was gently jacking off his dog under my window.
He put out a new music video today.
Of him hosting the presidential debates.
While singing the debate questions at the (autotuned) candidates.
If that isn't up your alley, he also has an unboxing video, of him unboxing his 2015 Grammy Award that he got in the mail.
A totally normal day for him.
Surgery happened. I lived, bitch. Woo. I slept most of the those 48 hours afterward because holy fuck there was pretty much nothing else I could do. Also, The Shining is an absolute mess of a book. Don't touch it; it's not good, I promise. (I could spend like six hours saying why, but I won't; that's not the painkillers talking either.)
This isn't going to be a happy blog. It isn't even going to be a relatively nice blog or a blog about anything be okay. I don't know when I'll be able to make blogs like that again, or frankly any kind of content in general like that. I'm not the site's most personal figure, and I never really aimed to be, so it makes sense if a lot of people hadn't realized that anything was really going on with me. I take the social out of 'social media' a lot by being what essentially amounts to a digital
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WHAT AM I? WHAT ARE YOU?
So, this was a episode I've been waiting on for a while, particularly after a spoiler randomly popped up in my feed. I kinda wish this was a movie, so as to allow more time for it to breathe and for things to build up, but I liked this. Well, then, over to my specific thoughts!
Well, there are eleven days left for the deadline of the contest (remember: February 2nd), and so far we have one submission and sixty-seven goddamn applications.
Jesus fuck, my judges are going to die. I ain't, however. You can't kill what's already dead, and -- well, y'all read the berry blog already. Some things, a man can't come back from. I think biologically you can't classify me as human anymore. Gagh.