HAH!
Todays modern internet allows me to not only complain on one share-all-your-goddamned-thoughts-site, but TWO!!!
If you guys read my deviant art journal, you know what’s coming for ya, so cover up them eyes and scroll past this pathetic cry for attention! You can never take what I write seriously, and if you did, I would feel sorry for you, and maybe, ONLY MAYBE, i’d squeeze out some tears, because this is written in the loyalty of sarcasm and exaggeration.
Before I start all my bitchen and moaning let’s get some facts straight, cause no one wants to read gay facts, I guess you could not even call them facts anymore, as they would be pestered with high pitched voices and pastel polo t-shirts. That is just WRONG, so let’s send them facts to a wicked CULT in the middle of nowhere, claiming they can cure homosexuality, because that is just how queer my writing is right now.
Fact: I’m sick. I have a high fever, allowing me to wash my keyboard without doing more than type on it. That is how sweaty my fingers are right now, I don’t even know if I write this correctly, cause my fingers slip all the freakn time. And i’m no comedian, but that is literally what is happening! And if I don’t watch out, I might slip and write something really nasty or bad, so let’s pray to the GODS of tumblr that it won’t happen.
fact: I didn’t sleep tonight. No, why would I?! I think I slept for two or three hours. More is overrated. RIGHT!? SO IF I’M STARTING TO SOUND WEIRD IT’S BECAUSE I’M SUFFERING FROM A LACK OF REST! And god forbid that I don’t get my sleep. I understand it that tumblees don’t need sleep, so I think somethings wrong with me. cause I need it, to function, on a daily bases. To be able to think straight, (because unlike the facts I’m writing down, no one every sent me to a priest cult, to cure me from my FABULOUS state of mind)
So before I scare everything that has ever dared following me i’ll stop this from further butchering your view on me.
If you have any questions you want me to answer in my mental train of thoughts, just ASK THEM. Entertain a poor bastard, would ya?
