I must confess.
I am, in fact, Satan.
I don’t care where I am, who is around me or what they’ll think. If The Crystals “Then He Kissed Me” starts playing I will happily sing along. Loudly. I will possibly do fat man dancing. I will then reminiscence about “Adventures In Babysitting” and may your preferred deities help you if you start shit with me about it.
Moving the like, notes and reblog buttons to the bottom of posts? Seriously tumblr, seriously? Making it so I can’t tell until I’m at the end if I’ve already seen it and marked?
I fear our relationship is no longer healthy tumblr. I no longer feel safe and loved with you. You’re on notice.
Livejournal never treated me this way.
I’m out of the hospital.
I should be okay, basically just the same crap as last year with added crap. With added white speck on top of the chicken poop. It’s still poop.
So worry not my lovely friends, I live! I just might not be very active for a bit.
(Or Drake is dead and/or trapped in ice, outer space or an alternate universe and I’m his Life Model Decoy.)
As I type (2PM Eastern) I’m about to go to the ER. If you’re reading this after 8PM Eastern then I’ve probably been hospitalized. I’ll hopefully be back soon (sooner than last time, anyway, I so hope).
Until then, stay calm, show boobs and carry-on.
*ahem* I am honored by these choices, I agree and I hope to live up to all their examples. *cackles*
There is a small, a very small, it’s slight, well, minuscule chance that I am, in fact, evil.
I get asked if I’m the Devil or Satan.
It’s strange. I don’t get it.
I’m sweet and kind.
Wow, I love it. Thank you so much. Just wow.
One year ago today I was hospitalized for 9 days and 8 nights. Did I live?
(I died, I’m a ghost. I watch you when you’re naked.)