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Your Theme Is Very Girly
it isnt my fault people havve a disgustin habit a associatin purple graphics wwith girly hearts an shit say it to my face lets go

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manicmatriarch replied to your post: dont say my theme is girly or i wwill step on your...
Your Theme Is Very Girly
it isnt my fault people havve a disgustin habit a associatin purple graphics wwith girly hearts an shit say it to my face lets go
> Rose: Be the troll girl.
That's sort of a ridiculous command, isn't it? You barely even know the troll girl. What kind of rude new friend decides to up and be the person you've only recently met?
Certainly not you. Besides, you don't even know you're going to be running into her yet! There are all kinds of causal spoilers smothered all over this command. What a shitty narration system, you fail to think to yourself because you aren't privy to the nature of the narration of your life that's currently going out. The fourth wall stays firmly put, and what the fuck even is a fifth wall?
Ahem.
In any case, you're looking for a place to eat after preparing for your clandestine visit to the enormous convention, and you come across a charming, somewhat out-of-place little diner. It's not the sort of place that you'd expect to still be standing in New York City, but somehow, it had survived for the last fifty years, a rare two-story building in a city of skyscrapers. You walk in, thanking the hostess for quickly providing you with a menu, and sit down to consider your options. You're hungrier than you thought you were, but more important for you is a little bit of a rejuvenation in the form of coffee. So when the waitress comes up to you, you're looking down and trying to decide between an omelet and a grilled cheese, but quickly shoot off an order for coffee.
Then you look up.
The brief sheen of unfamiliarity (the fact that she's an alien) is quickly resolved when you recognize just which alien it is. "Oh my god."
You give yourself another moment, and see her nametag, and your suspicions are confirmed. "Kanaya?"
manicmatriarch a réagi à votre billet : Dave’s scrolling through my dash with me. Of all...
Hes A Big Boy
Good, he's already moved on to sarcastically critiquing my taste in porn blogs. I feel better already.
I know, Kanaya.
I'm.
I'm too.
knanya no.
manicmatriarch a réagi à votre billet : I’m back with Mother.
This Sounds Like My Kind Of Duck
I would offer you a spot at the dinner table, but you'd probably arrive too late to enjoy it.
fuck you im appreciating the joys of my bed