Dear PD...

[Cainad (dec.)]

I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.

[Doktor Howl]

I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.

Well, it's up to 102 chapters, now.   

[Cainad (dec.)]

I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.

Well, it's up to 102 chapters, now.   

I got some coffee I need to use up before moving out.

[Left]

Balls, even Tucson has an all-week bondage joint.

...That's what Houston needs.
But most of the scene here occurs in people's houses.

At least I can get the GF to whip me tomorrow, in fact I have to go buy some rope. 

I want to be parted out, like an old Chevy.  But not yet.  There are more people to slap, more screaming to be done, more heathens to abuse.

Funny, that's a job I'm thinking about applying to be trained for.  The parting out of people.  I've been guarding the organ/tissue donating facility for a while now.
I think I want to see if I can swing a job on the tissue recovery team.  Cutting people up probably pays better.

[AFK]

RWHN's job ate him spiritually.

pffft. 

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.

I've been saving it as well, don't feel bad. Just realized what I was saving it for never happened so now there's nothing stopping me.

[Doktor Howl]

RWHN's job ate him spiritually.

pffft.

[Howl Mode]

Just go look at your posts.  Not other peoples' posts.  Your posts.  Go look at them with a new pair of eyes, and tell me that you haven't become puffed up like a frog full of fart.

But don't bother arguing the point, because I don't actually care.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.

I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.

[Doktor Howl]

I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.

I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.

Sleep all day Saturday.  I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.

I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.

Sleep all day Saturday.  I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.

No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.

I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.

[Doktor Howl]

I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.

I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.

Sleep all day Saturday.  I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.

No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.

I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.

I hadn't heard - or was too tired to process - the baby daddy news. 

Put the kids to work, sleep when you can.  You can really fuck your head up with this...And I know you don't need me to tell you that. 

But you're gonna own the SHIT out of this term.

[Doktor Howl]

People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.

I was only trying to give unsolicited advice, like all the cool kids.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.

I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.

Sleep all day Saturday.  I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.

No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.

I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.

I hadn't heard - or was too tired to process - the baby daddy news. 

Put the kids to work, sleep when you can.  You can really fuck your head up with this...And I know you don't need me to tell you that. 

But you're gonna own the SHIT out of this term.

Yeah, it's been in the making for a long time. Finally actually happened. Dude's a huge loser, can't hold a job, spends money foolishly, etc. etc.

I do try to get to bed by ten. I can't even really think past six or so anyway.

So far, I'm still getting 4 A's. Plus the scholarship I applied for called to confirm my GPA today. Knock on wood...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.

I was only trying to give unsolicited advice, like all the cool kids.