and 69 people I'm following. Seriously? 99? It's been 99 for two weeks. Not that I'm really complaining.

Prince Solstice here on a bright, shitty, and cold morning. Seriously fuck this shit. Guess what? Have a good fuckin day.

But there will always be me, and I think that's good fucking enough. Fucking green hyperlink text.

This author
>writes first pony story
>apologizes for writing it
This shit gets me every time.

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Fucking shit I hate slow days. I've only been working for like an hour, and have had three people total come in the store. Fucking shit I'm bored. Anyways, good news everyone, I'm picking up and hitting on old friends and being successful. This introvert must have read enough memes to finally be able to talk to women. Look at me, maybe I'll be a King one day, or maybe just a very lusty Prince for any girl to dream about. Either way, life is so much better right now than it was, which is why you

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Sorry I've been passed out for a day or so, because why only party on new year's eve right (AKA fuck my liver)? Ah time for a new year of goals to not finish, so this year I made it simple.

1. Drink
2. Smoke Pot
3. Try Shrooms
4. Find a new hobby
5. Watch the rest of Season 4
6. Watch Breaking Bad again.
7. Write and post at least one story before next year.
8. Yell at people with a keyboard.

Ah the list, and I've already got two down, only six to go.

Oh wait...

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Because I forget to update this blog everyday, I needed one to record the various adventures I encounter from day to day life. Plus you get to hear me make fun of people and see cool pictures and and... ponies? I'm not sure, it's a blog I am forcing myself to update daily.

Prince Solstice, Prince of Nothing Blog.

Oh and poetry I made when I was high.

Why is something as white as snow,
Bleed out harsh truth?
That the moment you wished for,
Finally came,
and sadly went.
Why nature is nothing but a temptress
Misguiding my thoughts with the past.
And so I lay beside her once more
With frost biting my neck.
Reflecting, thinking ‘how silly of me,’
Not to just stay and die a cold death.
Now I am teased by nature
And all her chaotic beauty.

Okay, after writing a sex scene involving Twilight's overextended rear vaginal wall literally being sucked far enough to para glide with... Anyways, I have come to terms with me getting to the pearly gates, St. Peters looking down at the long lists of shit I've done, only to see the shit I've written. I'm pretty sure I'm trying my best to just leave him speechless at this point.

So, I'm still writing a little bit then rewriting a little bit, then just starting over, then giving up. Getting back to it, writing some, and the cycle continues. Anyfuckingways I'm bored, entertain me. Pleas for the love of god someone give me an idea of what I can turn a pony into. I feel like making people question their morals and such.

Well, I watched it. I made this.