to vampirmedic for donating!!!
here is a poem:
gurl u da bomb
gurrrrl u da best
u be like home fried chicken
and tall 12 ounce Coke
*bows* thank you
I’m gonna print this and it’s going on my wall where I can see it every day.
I’ma immortalize this fine piece of poetry.
*rolls out of bed*
"Ugh… What time is it even?"
*glances at clock*
"Jeez… Not even five and I’m starvin’… Eh… Sinni won’t mind if I snatch a few blood bags…"
And now Dark is off to raid the fridge.
Scared myself at work the other day. I’ve been there not quite two months yet, but I’m pretty confident in knowing what I need to do to close at the end of the day which is all I’ve ever done. And that’s good since this is a tiny mom-and-pop store and I’m alone on shift in a deli where everything’s fast paced.
Well, I needed to drain and clean the chicken frier so I started doing that. One of the easiest things to do in the evenings is to clean that thing. But as I started, I suddenly couldn’t remember how to do it. My mind went completely blank and I couldn’t for the life of me remember how to clean the frier. I had to ask one of the store owners and she came and showed me, but after she left and I started cleaning again my mind wiped out the information. I had to call her back and she had to practically do it for me.
I don’t know what was going on, but it scared me. It’s not the first time I’ve totally blanked on something that turned routine and easy either. I told my mom and it’s got her worried too. Hopefully that’s not about to become an issue I have to worry about.
If I had known about the bobbit worm while designing Dark, he may not have been a centipede.
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.