Tag: story of my life

PART 4: SCrMtn interluke where hey it’s the sea monkeys

15 December 2018, 6:31 am. Motherfucking lets include links and list it. Sunken battleships descending the horizon and don’t forget to breathe. We are not swimming. The story so far. I gave you the song skullcrusher mountain because I’m looking for Sara Layton AND Barney Stinson. I keep fucking losing my placement and shit because

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PART 3 of the skullcrusher mountaineering

15 December 2018, 5:11 am. I’m still not done with the skullcrusher mountain song by Jonathon Coulter. Mountains are fucking massive, I live along the great dividing range. I guess that’s why I’m a ranger or scout. The OG Pink Power Ranger, a might morphing animorph. Or a xenomorph. I am Xena the warrior princess, or more

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The back streets are back open, all right?

I drive a Jeep and I can be pretty patriotic, or patronising, or priapractic. Ugh. Stuff. Andyways. I think we can’t just have this story telling time here. We need to pile on in to my car ass I take us on an off roading mother fucking adventure, just… 80 km per hour over gravel

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Proof I am a 100% qualified doctor

1802 words. Read it if you’re literate and/or so inclined. I wrote it anyway TODAY, JUST NOW (except for the bit where I said I copied and pasted it from an email exchange yesterday) | 5th December, 2018. Dawn. I like to write at dawn. THIS IS MY APOCALYPSE, NOW. Yesterday was my sundown. It’s

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Good morning, baby.

It is almost 6am, 30th November, and I wanted to write something just in case I don’t have the chance to update something here later on today. You know how it is, right? What I’m like? Soooo super sensitive to the movements and requirements and requests and implied implications of everyone around me as I

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I dunno, it seems fine to me

My skin is weird. Like me. I have pretty resilient skin – I don’t often break out in rashes, my skin tone seems to be mostly even, I don’t have problematic conditions, I am also somewhat thick skinned but without the callouses. It’s pretty funny, J used to like to try to give me hickeys

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The visible versions of me

Again, the difficulty with being a finite person in a definitive form. People get so caught up in the aesthetic visual representation of some thing, they are often narrow-minded to think that the physical vision upon which their literal eyes see is all they need to know about that thing. Which is fine. Everybody does

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