You can't break cats. I tried. They just die.
So we're Fathomless again! Pitty. Probably.
Speaking of cats, Apparently Lucia isn't dead. SHE MUST HAVE BROKEN ARMS! Or hands.
More Likely Scenario: Subject is still struggling with personal trauma they no longer wish to share.
HAHA. Personal. Impractical adjective. A person can not be personing so it's best not to question what can not be!
[Edit: You have none.]
Any who... how... ways... words...
We are at a university. I can't mention what we are going to be doing but you should already know! Probably. I'll give you a hint, we aren't here for frogs.
Tried to explain running to a guy the other day which was odd. I've been wrapped into this runner/proxy thing so long I kept skipping over important shit. SUPER IMPORTANT SHIT. Like the need to run as a runner.
IT'S, like, ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL.
So many things I take for granted as common knowledge when there are so many who know NOTHING!
Your not just cockroaches, you're retarded cockroaches and I should have really been taking that into consideration.
I'm sorry. <3
Oh the past... the things what had happened...
I can remember the day I became a proxy like it was yesterday. It was a decision my brother made for me. He was EVERYTHING to me back then.
I can remember him kicking me awake and yelling in my ear, "Wake up bitch, we're proxies now!"
[Edit: Yeah... this story is different every time she tells it. Last time she claimed she use to have a younger sister and she and her brother had to kill the sister to save themselves and become proxies... which is a piece of Duckie's life. I'm pretty sure she never had a sister.]
Such a wonderful day. Also, NOT A BITCH!
But otherwise a beautiful day.
Oh look. Those ones aren't paying attention.
FROG TAKING TIME
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