drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree
its pitch black outside, and freezing cold. I think ill climb a tree tomorrow
you climb that fuckin tree right now
i would be a reasonably good girlfriend
You want to go out with the guys? that’s cool I’ll watch supernatural.
You want food? I got you, I think I have snacks somewhere in my bag and oh look an entire cheeze its box.
You want to just chill around the house? sweet I’ll make popcorn, Netflix is already up.
You’re bored? hit me up, I’m probably at the bookstore.
You killed somebody? i know how to hide a body.
Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.
So in a fit of *brilliance* I decided that since I have a social life and little time this November (in stark contrast to last year) I’ll do what I’ve been wanting to do for ages and just rewrite my last years NaNo for this year so that maybe it becomes something readable.
But here’s the problem I was not expecting: Trying to read something I wrote critically, and not kill myself is an incredibly arduous task that is probably far more labor intensive than being blissfully ignorant and just starting something else from scratch.
The new kitty: Taco Francois Supreme.
She’s a rescue who just immediately became part of the family.
in gta online, because im a female character i actually get people in cars coming up to me and beeping their horns to get me to get in their car. you can’t escape, ladies. i got men thirsty for my pixel puss
btw i killed them all