The day you become happy is probably the day you realize that acting like a second-rate sidekick to everyone in your life is a-levels lame.
Unless you’re a narccisitic cunt, in which case — well, maybe the day you become happy is the day you decide to listen to that person you “deigned” cool enough to “be” your friend, you lego-stepping twat.
(This is only as autobiographical as the sense that this is something I thought and then I told the internet.)
quadrille has me mostly convinced that i want to play mass effect, so i’m downloading the me2 demo since it’s the only one available on steam.
this is going to end terribly.
Because just talking about the CRY MOAR things on your Tumblr is by default lame:
Finally, at the very end of my spring break, I did something productive.
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My little cradle kachina is balding! I guess this is what happens when a good chunk of your 25 years on the earth is on a dusty shelf, though. He needs a happier home, most possibly in my car.
Who knew
that actually, physically focusing on talking about myself for extended periods of time is like pure fucking torture for me! I thought that, by virtue of being raised at the beginning of the digital boom, I’d be gifted as shit at this!
My hypothesis is that this is all based on the fact that I’m convinced that my only redeeming feature is my intelligence and ginger status, and let’s face it folks — only one of those is gonna help me churn out ten pages of absolute and utter bullshit.
realityisforfeittoyou asked: Hello there! Thank you for the follow, good sir!
Well, ma’am, but that’s all good! And you’re welcome; I like following things that make me lol like a beast.
