I feel like a stalker every time I look at my Feed · 5:12pm Jun 12th, 2015
I do.
So I get home from my job where my, "help," is intentionally doing their job wrong and admit that they, "Don't care," about doing it right.
I check a PM from a friend hoping to have an entertaining conversation.
Instead I get referred to HiE which is currently in the middle of what can only be called the world's most retarded wildfire and everyone is covering themselves in gasoline while screaming at the admins to put them out.
Tomorrow will be better.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomyweekend'sbeenkindofamess.
EDIT: Earlier today, to shake out some of the cobwebs, I started working on a new Ladybug fic I've had in mind for a while now. I'm not giving it top priority and might not even publish it for a while now, but don't be too surprised if I suddenly announce a new Ladybug fic out of the blue. Besides, the release of the series on Netflix is good incentive to unleash a new Ladybug story.
...but does anyone else think that we should have the ability to edit and delete comments we've made in PMs?
So I put a new hard drive in my PS4 today, hoping a fresh install of everything would fix the problem I've been having.
Naturally, it didn't.
I'm suffering from
-Pleurisy
-Bronchitis
-Degenerative Disk Disease (Lumbar)
-Right Leg Pain
So about 5 days ago now, my right leg crapped out on me. Hurts to even think of putting any weight/pressure on it. So I've been limping around and about 3 days ago I bought a cane to make it easier to walk around. Yesterday while walking home on my break from work I had a sharp pain in my chest that kinda caused me to panic a little so I went to the hospital to get checked out
Just a little update not to expect any story updates tonight. (Maybe some at like 2am?) And, if I stop procrastinating on story updates long enough to do the homework for Finals (and the 6-8 weeks preceding finals) I'll be busy doing that this weekend.
People who park in bus lanes. I've lost count of the number of times I've seen my bus pulling up, everyone ready to go... only to be held up by some dipshit parked in the bus lane with his hazard lights on, cheerfully oblivious to the bus driver blasting his horn or the passengers giving him filthy looks. And when he does move on, he always has an indignant "what did I do?" expression on him.
Seriously, people, move your bloody cars.
Deleted. Sorry. It was clear from the comments that my post made my circumstances sound harsher than they were.
It's that time of the year again!
I'm not wearing pants.
My windows are open.
My ceiling fan is on.
I have two other fans pointed towards me.
My cat is just laying on the floor in random places.
SUMMER COOKING TIME IS HERE!
(Oh, and it's so hot I need to sleep with the window open so now I get to wake up at 5 by stupid birds!)
What's not to love about it?
There's women going around wearing very little.
And the best of all...
It's so hot you need to have your balcony door open until you're just about to sleep which means insect fuckers get in and wakes you up at fucking 5 in the morning!!!
SPECIAL NEWS REPORT
Stupid fucking neighbourhood cats killing magpies in my yard!
I swear, I'm not gonna let a single one of those fuckers waltz into my yard ever again!
Okay I know I've touched upon this already but omg as you keep having new ideas and drafts as stories it slowly becomes infuriating to scroll through concepts yet to be published JUST so you can reach the published stories to update. It's like I'm going slowly mad while scrolling through decrepit, stagnant stories that are left in limbo.
Anyway new chapter of Throw Away will release soon, enjoy when out!
I was just given drawing lessons, the problem it was from a children's book (Labeled Beginner) and I am not a child or a beginner. I have already had a showing at the local church I go to. Do the people in charge of the stupid Hab Center for the Disabled happen to like insulting the intelligence of their clients? This and the lack of paying work is why I want to be someone else, I have received actual instruction from contemporary artist on both realistic and abstract work.
I am not a "kid."
1. "Top 10" lists on websites where you have to click "next" and load every. single. fucking. list. item. separately. on. a. new. page.
2. People that drive slow in the fast lane. (They call it the passing lane in Europe which is more accurate for what the lane is intended for, passing slow cars, not cruising soccer moms.)
Because I'm one of those damned dirty millennials I go through periods where I suddenly drop projects for little to no reason. I can't say what caused me to stop writing nearly eleven months ago and I can't promise I'm going to start writing again, but y'know, there's the chance of me getting bored and deciding to write more, especially more Bluebelle, since some of my regular TTRPGs are dying. So yeah, enjoy a blog post on a pretty much dead account. I'm still salty with myself that I stopped
To say I have an eventful day tomorrow is putting it mildly. Let's break it down:
8 AM: Friendship Games airs.
11:30 AM: New pony episode airs.
12 PM: Battle for Zendikar prerelease.
5 PM: Weekly gaming session I've been unable to attend for the past two weeks.
Update: 8 PM: Friendship Games airs.
Going through abit of a situation.
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I got nothing more to say.
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