I plan to play Va-11 Hall-a till I finish ALL of the endings, or until I faint. I might need to buy a lot of Starbucks.
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I have an idea for A Reality Show RP, but since I'm not good at GMing, (or anything for that matter) I need some suggestions, answers for my concerns, and other crap.
When you only have one bathroom and you have five people living in the same apartment.
When my freinds playing Truth or Dare aaaay back in college, I said dare, and Damien said I had act like a stripper. T_T I sometimes question why.
When you have those terrible mood swings... ;-; KILL ME
My boss (who is a girl) is moving in because of her landlord being a bitch. Or at least what she told me. She is one of my good freinds and I wonder... Do I have more perks in the café? Maybe I could install WiFi? The possibilities are endless!
I am now become the Spirit of Yaoi Christmas Present.
*plays Animal Crossing*
*adjusts clock to over 10 years*
Sometimes I want to watch the world rot.
Stages of Perfection Plague:
Stage 1: Hearing voices
Stage 2: Panic over certain things
Stage 3: Rage and destroy
Stage 4: Cry in your flaws
My struggles as a perfectionist:
Me: Ah. Now to send this.
Perfectionism: *grabs my leg*
Me: Oh shit.
*shoots the Gun of Reality*
*perfect stabs me with Expectations*
*dragged off to Retry*
I GOT ONE THOUSAND HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
I can taste hell once more, and its enveloping me. Monday is coming. Monday. Is. Coming.
I played VA-11 HALL-A and I just skipped Donovan's dialogue. Fuckin' ell.
My rommies cook like chefs, and me, I just shove food into the microwave.
I have like, twenty-four 1x1's and I have failed all. Why is my horrible RP skills always show in 1x1's?!!? (°A°)
I dye my hair monthly and this December, I dyed my hair green and red. Cause Christmas.
If I was an artist:
*draws* Horrible. *throws to my pile of rejects*
Bad. Crap. Stupid.
*draws for one last time* This is... a piece of shit! *burns the pile*
When there is that first kiss:
One of two things happen.
1. Imaginary ovaries explode:
Hello, yes, I need to replace my imaginary ovaries please? Oh, yeah I also have a mental disorder. Hello?
2. Faints:
*Friend calls 911*
Yeah, my freind died again, soon uhhh..., OK.
When there is a cockblock:
Does anyone have an RP to join? I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.
Physical Health: Great
Mental Health: Great
Emotional Health: Horrible
"Emotions won't affect me."
After five hours:
*crying on my depression corner*
Mental suffering, check. Nothing to do, check.
Getting extremely clingy, check.
Yep, It's time to do this. I have no choice. *smokes weed*
*dies*
REMEMBER KIDS, DON'T DO DRUGS!
HOT GUYS IN FFXV AGGGGGGH GIMME ALL OF THEM
For 985 posts, here is the story.
In 5th or 6th grade, I'd gone to the bathroom. I took a shit, but since the bathroom was shit, I had to wait for fifteen minutes. My 6th Grade nemisis (lets call him fucker), and a couple of Fuckers freinds started recording me because the door didn't have a lock. Yeah, it wasn't pretty from there.
Post Goals:
975 - show Tapas bookmarks
985 - shows an embarrassing story
995 - SCREAM TO ALL MY SENPAIS
1000 - Surprise LOL
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