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Rest in peace, I'm pretty sure Puppet is dead by this point.
[raise dead]
Saw you over here, how unexpected
You won't sneeze, your left leg will start itching now!
It's really frustrating having this one reader whose every comment has been bashing my fic in one way or the other. Like, why are you still reading?!
But at the same time, I still appreciate it... they at least care enough to stick around and stick a needle in my ego every now and then... ya know?
Ever have to deal with petty ass bosses?
As a temp seasonal interior decorator, I carry the heavy stuff for the four old people in the department (40-70s). I'm talking mirrors bigger than me, sofas I swear to the Stars are heavier than me across the entire store, three boxes of heavy and fragile glassware, it runs the gamut... by myself. So it is ridiculously strenuous activity.
You will sneeze now!
cat cat
*knock knock*
*pat pat*
You ever get the feeling where you disappoint someone for the millionth time and are like “I’m out! I’m done! I am done with this stupid game. I’m so done with this game! I quit! There’s just no fucking winning this, is there? This is so DUMB!” and the game you’re quitting is life?
Chomping down on some delicious pheasant, my teeth stopped on some hard, metal balls. Thusly, I learned that when you eat a pheasant someone hunted, be careful, because sometimes they don't get all of the bullets out. Bleck!
I share cats!
I share the brainrot
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