Spiralling Downward

By them. I mean my driver. Or traveling partner. Whatever it ends up being.

When I go to all the pony conventions in my imaginary future, I'll just have to bring them to hell with me.

Hell. I know it's not the end of the world. It just fuckin hurts. I can practically kiss getting my drivers license goodbye. Never cared much for driving anyway, so it's probably better.

It's also really fucking funny when people who don't know a thing about arthritis talk about it to me. I just enjoy the blind, enlightening positivity they send my way. In all seriousness, I do appreciate the intent behind the words. I just wish what they would say is true. But it isn't.

I love tubs. They make you all sweaty on your head and when you stand up you almost fall from the blood rising to your head.

"Ah" "Ah cool." "True" "Interesting" Tell me what you really think. And I promise I will tell you the truth as well.

The last time I went out anywhere was literally a little over a month ago. I finally broke my record ...I need to get out of here.

Why is it so hard for people to return basic human kindness that you would return to even a stranger? It's not that damn hard to be a little thoughtful.

The sun is finally coming up. Time for bed.

Truth be told I'm surprised I'm back on doing this again. Tumblr is my least favorite place to visit. Just one big ball of drama. It stopped being fun years ago for me. So why am I still here? Mostly asking myself this right now.. Uhh. You know, I dunno. I could've deleted my blog (if that's still an option.) but I haven't. I'm kinda just taking up space and flooding 88 followers (that are 90% porn blogs) I don't post my art here anymore, and posting stories feels utterly useless since no one on tumblr reads.

Also thank you to anyone reading these posts. Whether you give any sort of care or not. I don't expect anyone to really read these. So if you are, good.

It's interesting how the same exact joke on tumblr, with the exception of a different picture, can get thousands of notes as the original. I mean, once you see it the first time you've pretty much seen it all. I suppose I just find it funny. Reminds me of old stories and how with time they change a little bit to fit the era. The difference being these posts are not several years apart.

If you can survive watching Alien 3, by the end you will be rewarded with glimpses of Auron from Final Fantasy 10

I tend to babble a lot. Well, maybe babble is the wrong word to use. I tend to just talk a little more than normal I realize. Sometimes I feel like that can be an annoyance to those that prefer lighter conversations. And I get that, I hope they find someone they feel most comfortable as far as chatting. It's difficult in my experience. I've only met a few individuals who can put up with my long walls of text. They are few, but good comrades. But when we both start, its fun to see things from another perspective. I have a friend who keeps up with MLP, and we usually end up having a lot to say on new episodes. Having that continue is one of my favorite things to do on the weekend. It's not so much that we plan for it; rather it just sort of happens?

It is 5AM, and I'm talking about lightsaber crystals.