Okay, so I was recently reading this oh-so fascinating article off the Foal Free Press. Hugboxes. This kind of stuff I've actually grown to loathe, mainly because of the kind of attention whores it attracts. Now I'm sorry if I get a bit nasty, and I'm well aware I may lose a few followers because of this, but I do want to state my opinion on this. (And yes, I realize I'm taking more than a few cues from the

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It's absolutely that time of year again. The kiddies are all leaving school, and they need to get their jollies somehow, so they fuck around in the interest of getting people to look at them. Sometimes that involves faking terminal illnesses, critical injuries, suicide attempts, rapes, or even just parental restrictions. Sometimes that involves indignant outrage over a thing that may or may not involve the person in question, which then quickly becomes ABOUT that person anyway as they go about

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Well, Inkscape decided to bork on me a couple of times during the exporting process (and always on the faces, too), but I managed to get the cover art done, and the Quorum Sensing sequel I've been sitting on for Thor knows how long is now up for submission.

A couple of questions that might pop up:

What about Scootaloo's Second Skin?

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Sometimes, I get so bored that I drink. I'm saving the last of the whiskey for my love. I tried three seconds of tequila and it was pretty good. It didn't have the same effect as whiskey so I made myself a cosmopolitan. It tasted delicious! It still didn't give me the desired effect so I gave myself two seconds of tequila. That shit tastes so much better than whiskey. The only problem was that my insides burned when I sneezed. Here's the recipe for the

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THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES I'M IN AN ANGSTY MOOD RIGHT NOW. WELL, SORT OF. I'M NOT GONNA CRY AND I DON'T FEEL A VOID IN MY HEART OR WHATEVER LIKE I USED TO. I LOOKED UP SOME GIRLY DRINKS ON PINTEREST SINCE STRAIGHT UP WHISKEY TASTES LIKE SHIT!!! IMMA TRY AND MAKE A COSMPOPLITAN BUT WITHOUT THE MIXER. I'M DISCOURAGED/NOT ALLOWED TO GET A JOB BUT THAT SHIT KEEPS ME BUSY. MAKING ALL THOSE CRAFTS FOR SPANISH CAMP WAS A BITCH BUT I DIDN'T FEEL LONELY LIKE I DO NOW.

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So I poured myself some whiskey and what felt like two seconds later, my dad came into the room where I was drinking. I was sitting at the dinner table and put the glass between my legs. When I miraculously had the chance, I ran up to my room and finished the whiskey. Now I'm drunk. I feel pretty chill but know I'm gonna feel like shit tomorrow. I normally stick to a finger to a finger and a half of whiskey, but this time I had about 2 fingers. Wow I'm trash.

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