No, YOU'RE Still Awake At 3am

The humble and beautiful PDF does not deserve to now have the term “PDF file” be a censored version of the word pedophile. She has been nothing but good to us. You all apologize right now

Oh I’m an asshole.

So today pulling into Stop and Shop, this lady cut me off and nearly drove into me, and then, when I tried to pass her, she swung to the right and nearly hit me again, and then flipped me off.

So somebody is having a bad day and taking it out on me. That’s fine. It’s harmless, and I don’t know what’s going on in this woman’s life. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt she’s not just a piece of shit and is just having a bad day.

But then I park and she follows me, and gets out of the car and starts swearing at me and getting in my face.

Now I go from “indifferent” to “I’m gonna fuck with this woman’s head.” Now I would say I’m a gentleman of size, and in all black and bemohawked I probably look spookier than I actually am, so props to this lady for getting in my face. Now of course I’m not going to hit her, or even threaten violence. That’s shitty. Nobody should get threatened with violence.

Instead, I take a step back, narrowing my eyes like I’m studying her face really closely, and then I touch one of the several piece of “occulty” jewelry I’m wearing (none of which, by the way, are magicked in any way at all). Then I mumble some nonsense under my breath, and then make the fig gesture and the horns at her.

She stops, wide-eyed.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?”

I chuckled, and shake my head. “Nothing at all.” I say in a not-terrible convincing voice. “But every time something bad happens to you today, you’re gonna be thinking of me.”

Then I winked at her, and walked away.

Chroot is like building a fully functional doll house within your own house, then shrinking down and living inside the doll house.

Me to the pasta:

Hurry up!

Other me to me:

Don't talk to the pasta

i couldn't reblog this gem so here you go

(donations)

I would do some absolutely pathetic things for some reassurance and validation right now

Worst part about meeting new people, especially if they're the ones who came up to you, is telling stuff about yourself. "What's your name?" "What's your age?"

And then I'll have to figure out, which info do I give out. Do i make shit up??? Do I say stuff about myself?? OR DO I TELL STUFF ABOUT OUR HOST INSTEAD??? Dear god!

tyrelliot brainrot got me acting unwise

the bear is loose

party rockers in their bed tonight. every body just have a good night