guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone

crazy how there are only 2 hours of doing things every day before you keel over and die. if this werent normal id be worried

“make friends” who am i doctor franking stein

Leather fetishes are back in cuz everything is polyester these days.. touching real HQ material in 2026 is enough to give anyone a little sexual zing

(to the tone of creep by radiohead) but i'm asleep. on mypillow

[not drawing voice] I miss my character.

i think that i deal with a lot of [remembers this isn't my diary] Nothing. i've never had a problem

Nobody knows if writing a story is possible