Dude I got so many posts coming out of me right now, it feels like I drank too many words last night. Many too many words last night. Shit to be honest I was losing my voice last night, talking about the goddamn specials all the time. It’s funny because I would usually lie about that.
Mother fucking FUCK y’all I’m tired of fucking around all the time!
Nah just kiddin’ y’all that’s what I DO.
Anyway I got a new plan, it has to do with slippers. I lay in my bed, typing shit, and whenever I get out of bed, I put the slippers on.
So my feet don’t get cold and I don’t step on cat shit absorbing crumbs.
If I fall asleep while typing, which I usually do any time I actually try to write fiction, no big deal, it looks like I did it on purpose.
I’m going out tonight, y’all, maybe for the last time…
I’m going to try to maintain control! That’s something I never done before.
Get ready for tomorrow’s super ashamed what have I fucking DONE post yo! It’s going to be very similar to everything you’ve ever read on here before! You goin’ be like damn why do I still read this shittttt and I’m going to be like becAWWWZ you so CRAZY! Me and you both we can’t stop doing this same shit yo!