I get so quickly and stupidly attached to inanimate objects. like, I used to work a custodial job where one of the buckets we used said "P.P." on it for some reason. loved that bucket like a child. tore me up inside to use any other bucket
my sweet P.P. bucket I miss you
y'all can we bring back the public execution? like hanging in the town square
not for anyone else, just for me
and not for any crime, just cause that's how I wanna go out
um. tee hee ðŸ¤
or smth. idk still workshopping
Papyrus using Twitter
me, at work: man... I'm so lucky to have this job...................................................................................................................... i wanna go home
someday I hope to have a wikipedia page. but I want it to be as inaccurate as those weird sketchy websites that make up shit about youtubers
like "minatorypigs is 4'11, 7lbs, and was kicked out of Harvard Law for academic dishonesty in 2009."
this could be the snart of something big
when I was a kid, I had this weird fear that one day I would wake up to find that the last few years of my life were a dream and I was like a toddler again
I'm sure you can all imagine how I feel about the idea now
its not even 2024 anymore its some other bullshit now
screaming into the void got me like aAhhhHhhHhhhHhh 🤪