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kinktober is killing me

fic update i got fucking stuck writing ritual too so at least i have two more chapters in reserve to post

i’ll have to rectify this issue. but when i am far too employed

amazing how i haven’t watched a single episode since this

update on the tommy miller series i was writing. he’s on hiatus while i write joel miller. i lost all inspiration and motivation to continue inbred. so now we’re doing ritual

you know what fuck it i tried im gonna get high. kirby is wearing cowboy attire

yeehaw

just reshaved my eyebrows and fuck they’re itchy. any tips for razor burn of the eyebrows are appreciated

Anything they want, hide it or mislabel it. Anything they plug in, unplug it. Remove light bulbs. Move cubicles around so they hide some of the doors and when they leave the room move them again so they hide different doors. Play really loud music. Think like a cat and sabo tabby yourself a mess

I sincerely don’t know why people aren’t physically stopping those dorks. Move shit. Lock doors. Lose the keys. Everyone switch seats. Turn off all the lights. Switch the signs on the elevator lobby. Make the settings all silly. Use a different language. Wear costumes. Fill rooms with balloons

lowkey wanna krill myself gamers i wish i could have one normal fucking day

first i was sickeningly horny over kyle gallner and now i’m sickeningly horny over emo band dudes with faggy voices. in my brain this one cries when he cums

got so horny earlier i almost puked. and it’s happening again for a totally different reason

oh it’s bad. bad night. not going well.

i’m at the point where i would listen to five finger fort snort if it meant a short break from al and i fucking LOATHE that band

because now i’m at a point where i have various songs from that concert constantly stuck in my head and these are songs i simply would not listen to organically and it’s starting to drive me fucking insane. like i know if he had to listen to my shit he’d feel the same but i’m barely handing it rn

hey gamers what am i supposed to do when my mans hyperfixation is a weird al concert from the 90s or 00s that i have to listen to every time i want to smoke weed because my man controls the smoking music. i don’t dislike weird al but im toeing on a thin fucking line at this point

hub just rolled over so hard it felt like a goddamn earthquake. calm down sir it’s not that serious

not my father in law sharing AI bullshit on facebook. though i should expect nothing less of gen x if i’m being honest.

He makes hyper targeted analytics based brain rot content aimed at kids. Also his eyes look dead when he smiles because there is no actual human soul inside the skin suit he wears.

engaging in a bit of christmas sneakery and tomfoolery this day

i fucking hate the holidays

it’s just not my year

it’s never gonna get any better and at the end of it all nothing ever mattered anyway

my stupid dumb ass drank a fucking 16oz can of vietnamese coffee at work yesterday. i’ll be awake until christmas i fear

would love it if mammaw would get the fuck out of the kitchen so i can go out there too. i have a fucking migraine and i need to eat something but she’s been banging and clattering every metal skillet and pan we own for the past hour.

i ordered new boots♡

i’ve gotta go back to the weird vape store and get those freaky ass shroom gummies again. i need to take a vacation and do shrooms again because the last time i did, hub had an argument with his grandma as i was peaking and i wanted to kill myself

i had. every energy drink today