This is me declaring my livingness. Yes. I'm alive. Not really kicking though. It's not nice to kick. So I'd rather avoid that particular action.
You see all those things on Facebook, those odd comments that you can like? I think they're groups or pages or something. I'm not particularly good with the terminology (bet you couldn't tell! Hah!) Well, there was one about sitting at home, crying to Adele. Well, I'm sitting at home, almost in tears, and most definitely listening to Adele. The words... the words are just so, so beautiful. B-e-a-utiful.
With that confession out of the way, I can move on. It was really eating me up inside. Adele just makes you wanna cry, don't you think? Especially that second album. Not so much the first. I feel like I've said too much...
So I was saving a stranded family in the Sahara just last week from both the heat and circling vultures, when out of nowhere, BAM! Velociraptors everywhere! So there I was, hauling this family of 3 from sand dune to sand dune, often creating temporary caves within the dunes for them to hide in while I whipped my hair back and forth and showed every single one of those velociraptors just how hot the desert could get with me in it. Flames flying from my very fingertips, my pores leaking raw heat and strength, the velociraptors were done for. They taste quite like a mix between chupacabra and nundu, actually.
Manliness re-affirmed. Success is mine!
On my quieter days I go fishing for Gyarados. Just saying.
I need to say something deep for this to have been worth your while. Hurrm.
So, there was a family business and th- okay. I've just been informed that I'm not allowed to repeat that. But I'm telling you, Freud would have been proud. Damn proud!
I guess it just speaks of a lack of faith and trust in me from the rest of society. As per usual, ha.
You see all those things on Facebook, those odd comments that you can like? I think they're groups or pages or something. I'm not particularly good with the terminology (bet you couldn't tell! Hah!) Well, there was one about sitting at home, crying to Adele. Well, I'm sitting at home, almost in tears, and most definitely listening to Adele. The words... the words are just so, so beautiful. B-e-a-utiful.
With that confession out of the way, I can move on. It was really eating me up inside. Adele just makes you wanna cry, don't you think? Especially that second album. Not so much the first. I feel like I've said too much...
So I was saving a stranded family in the Sahara just last week from both the heat and circling vultures, when out of nowhere, BAM! Velociraptors everywhere! So there I was, hauling this family of 3 from sand dune to sand dune, often creating temporary caves within the dunes for them to hide in while I whipped my hair back and forth and showed every single one of those velociraptors just how hot the desert could get with me in it. Flames flying from my very fingertips, my pores leaking raw heat and strength, the velociraptors were done for. They taste quite like a mix between chupacabra and nundu, actually.
Manliness re-affirmed. Success is mine!
On my quieter days I go fishing for Gyarados. Just saying.
I need to say something deep for this to have been worth your while. Hurrm.
So, there was a family business and th- okay. I've just been informed that I'm not allowed to repeat that. But I'm telling you, Freud would have been proud. Damn proud!
I guess it just speaks of a lack of faith and trust in me from the rest of society. As per usual, ha.
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