Finally ended. Finally. Depressing chocolates and all that mushy crap. So... Depressing... Must be why I skipped– I mean– Must be why I feel so hateful today. Being locked out of your own apartment and having to put up with drama on another social app sucks, no? Back to Valentines Day. No, Jess, I don't hate it. Nor do I appreciate it when Cupid shoots me with his God forsaken arrows. That's right, I used to like Valentines Day until I took an arrow to the knee. And no, they weren't dipped in this "love potion" those oblivious little kids dream about everytime they go to sleep. Probably the cause of my stress and hallucinations. ò3ó BURN IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE! Or is it just the effects of marijuana overdose? Nahhh... Charlie the unicorn is real... right? With those cool shades and talking rocks? Pebbles, don't leave me. D: =_= Yeah. Not even drugs can soothe my distress. ... Not like I do them... And stuff... *kicks bag of coke away* Anyway, believe it or not, I'm not that depressed. It's Wednesday and I've been on for seven hours. On PiMD? Today? Aren't you supposed to go to school? Bro, try having a lucid nightmare for once. Being stuck in a room with a bunch of psycho rapists isn't exactly fun. You're hiding inside this freezer with a bunch of icecream, with brands that seem ridiculous. Want me to name some of those brands?! No. For your sake, no. As unbelievable and not scary as it seems, randomness actually gets hostile. It's when rainbows turn grey and those droplets of water turn into droplets of acid... You can actually feel the burning in your dream. o.o I know what I did! I hit myself hard on the headboard. Hard. Yeah, it was yesterday. On Valentines Day. Don't judge me, I used to love all that frilly stuff when I was five. All those hearts and silly little love letters I wrote for no one, yeah. Pretty much sums up my life. Wait! I don't really have one. ... Planting your face on the bed due to high fever and eating gluttinous rice balls isn't exactly what you call life, no? ----- Yeah. Another crappy thread made by me. I don't feel uppity today, so no fail trolls and noobs.
Oh look, the head got cut. Whoo-py. How fun. It reminds me of severing somebody's neck in a game I played online. .-. Clean. Clean. Death.
Well then. Where to start. Valentines days alright, I suppose. Yawn. And the nightmare. Come on. Spill the beans. The flavours were...?
There were rubbery condom eggplant flavors, strawberry nut yogurt, chesnut flamingo blueberries, blood pie mango, and grizzly bear delight. Eugh... Blood pie mango tasted horrible. Believe it or not, I actually tasted a bit of blood mixed with this tangy mango flavour.
CONDOM EGGPLANT. Seriously woman, there's me believing dreams are based off real events.. Grizzly bear delight however doesn't actually sound that bad.
Joe, idealism and realism mixing together isn't so bad. Grizzly bear delight? There was an organ plopped in the middle of that crap. The waiter who randomly appeared told me it was "fresh" and "in season".
The only legit one was the chestnut one. The icecream was actually vanilla topped with blueberries and there was a talking chocolate flamingo plastered in the middle. It had chestnut in the name because the shell was in the shape of one. My nanny asked my why I was chomping my teeth at 1AM in the morning and I had to explain. e.e
Yes!!!!! Glad to be Mentioned Chlo Like I said, I don't care if you hate it or not! I'll just buy you some shades do Cupid doesn't shoot you in your eye . Fuck the knee, he got you in your cornea
organ. crap. I'll pass. You lost me at talking flamingo. I'd be happy with that full stop, fuck the ice cream Randomly appearing waiters Realism has the equivillant definition of that of the word "depressing". I mean, you don't see floating pigs getting pissed while mooing the alphabet, do you? *hums the alphabet song on the way out*
Harvey, I'm not obsessed about it. Far from it. I somewhat loath it. SAVE THIS FUCKED UP THREAD, HERE'S A PICTURE OF MY NEW MONSTER! His name is Peppermint. .-.