GUYS WHAT?!!?!
I REACHED 300 FOLLOWERS!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO AMAZING AND FOLLOWING ME
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GUYS WHAT?!!?!
I REACHED 300 FOLLOWERS!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO AMAZING AND FOLLOWING ME
Sometimes he thinks of taking up a different job.
Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”.
Correct!
I’ve had one of those days where I’m still not certain if something said to me was a compliment or not.
Had to go out for a bit earlier because of incessant owls from someone and not the sort that I apparently could give an acknowledgement to so, I go out.
I ended up in a hallway with someone I didn’t know and as I wasn’t expecting to have to try and make small talk with a stranger--unless I have time to plan that sort of thing, I can’t do it, at least not very well.
I just start talking like I’m myself which isn’t ordinarily a problem; only thing I noticed was this person wasn’t really talking back and if he did it was one or two word answers.
And kept trying to look around me, which only made me nervous because what the hell’s sneaking up that you keep looking behind me? Nothing, apparently.
Spent the whole time talking about my landscaping which isn’t nearly as boring as it sounds considering I use a lot of modified curse work in it and this guy keeps getting more and more--not really agitated, but keeps looking at the doorway two chairs down, then back at me, then back at the doorway.
Finally, after about twenty minutes of having to listen to me talk about my landscaping, this guy leans toward me, lowers his voice, and asks, “Why aren’t your hands bound?”
What?
Didn’t really have a good answer to that. Didn’t necessarily have a chance to come up with a good answer to that as, while I was still trying to process the question in general, let alone answer it, two people I did recognise came through the door and I give them a perfectly ordinary greeting as they are people I know.
Cool.
They give me one of those nod-of-acknowledgement sort of hellos, grab the guy with the bound hands by his shirt collar, and haul him back through the door while he’s trying to look now between me and them and I still have no idea what the hell is actually going on.
Can’t leave yet, though, or I’d just get more owls so now I’m alone in a hallway for some indeterminate amount of time until Felix pops his weird little mustachioed head through the door, says, “Well done,” and tells me I can leave now.
I think I might have missed some coded language somewhere in those owls.
I feel guilty that I haven't actually baked anything at home for a while... maybe I should bake something tomorrow or Thursday.
I'm gonna put on pandora and draw stuff while I have access and eat leftover junk food and drink sprite
I forgot about Ambrose I should do Something With him
Sometimes I don't know if I'm having a feeling or if I just drank too much coffee.
People who regularly experience "feelings," help me out here: do feelings sometimes feel like too much coffee? Or did I just have too much coffee?
so like i had a shift at work today at 10?????? i totally didn't know that... but mom woke me up at ten and i checked my phone and there was a voicemail from my boss and it said i didn't have to come in at 10. but then i checked facebook and two coworkers had messaged me to say come in at 12 rather than 10 and so i tried to call my boss but it didn't work for some reason. and then he called me and basically said you might need to come in at 12 and you might not, just be waiting for a phone call