Me: "I really love how my health anxiety has gone away these past several months, I hope I never have to deal wi-"
Completely innocuous rash on foot:
Bonjour.
Me:
Me:
Me: fuck.
11:38 - Arrived at crime scene.
11:38 - Examined body. Signs of a struggle.
11:38 - Found murder weapon in drain.
11:38 - Realised watch was broken.
Today's Seal Is: Some Kind Of Wuppy
I'm usually somewhat negative when it comes to writing, unfortunately. Up until I have to give constructive criticism to someone else, then I'm just like,
"A masterpiece, it could never be more perfect than it is now."
And I'm just like. Why brain? Why can't you be this positive with MY stuff?
your poor little meow meow fucking bit me
Thanks to inflation the cost of eating out has gone way up.