Neopia being the newest of the world’s countries I had hoped it would be the most innocent. A newsuckling lamb it takes the milk of my heart of Protean I and It is a bawd. I took Premium with my last shekel and for what.
I raised Jetsam for the promise of his sharpness. Like the kinch of his back he was very strong and quick too of his glittering edge. I got for him an Altadorian Cobb Salad with the neopoints I begged of a priest. He gave them me upon the promise I would not buy drink.
I lost, o God. My pet that I raised with all care and tenderness was matched with another and all the guilds watching he fell. And lost to a quarrelsome troll who spake “lol”. And if that were all I would not be wroth but I was banned and my account suspended and for what? For expressing myself merely. My pets need me.
I said only that the upstart would never taste of quim and would never fuckity fuck a dear farting arse such as that of my Nora. I said that in the scope of life’s injustice his was the most true and malignant. I said at last that his pet was a quintessence of dust whose accidental existence proved only that the Creator is uncaring if He is even present at all.
And for this I was reported and banned. I shall not resubscribe to this minging farce and when the last tint of the day’s sun has bled from the cobbles it will be I who rests east.
WHY ARE THERE BIRDS AT ONE AM. why do their calls sound so farty. why can’t i stop coughing and why do i have the cough (+ sense of humor) of an 11 year old
the bags under my eyes are Louis Vuitton
joly and bossuet and grantaire as three old men who frequent a donut shop. seventy-year-old grantaire ineffectually flirting with the waitress while bossuet croaks a laugh at his expense and joly apologizes to her for his friends’ behavior. bossuet drops his donut every single morning and is too old to pick it up so joly (who is disgusted by the fact that THATS bossuet’s reasoning for not eating the dropped donut) orders him a new one. grantaire tipping the contents of his flask into his coffee and the other two shaking their heads, bossuet wisecracking behind the greasy cards he’s shuffling (he and joly have boxes and boxes of cards, the corners are all fraying, they are haphazardly rubber-banded together and the rubber bands are dried up and snapped and tied back together in loose square knots and joly never ceases to jump when the knots come undone) about grantaire getting drunk at 9am, grantaire having white whispy stubble, grantaire with chocolate frosting on his hands and complaining about all the places he’s found sprinkles. joly in big round glasses with translucent tortoiseshell plastic rims. joly earnestly telling the other two (every single day) that they should see someone about their rotting teeth and hand tremors. grantaire telling poor bald toothless bossuet he looks like a walnut. bossuet telling grantaire he looks like a horny old man. grantaire going into a long speech about how old age is overrated. is it, asks joly, and they all commiserate about back problems and getting up in the middle of the night to pee. joly sneezing impossibly loud. grantaire’s bloodshot watery eyes. bad hats. joly in shades of brown scratchy argyle and corduroy. bossuet in immeasurably scuffed up white velcro shoes. grantaire in navy sweatpants with white socks. crappy old windbreakers. ugh. babies
my sidebar did a formatting error so i went in to fix it and autocorrect changed norcal to normAL IM LAUGHING SO HARD “scri, 21, normal” Oh
IDK JUST……. i am so used to only being able to see those parts of me in characters if i squint rlyr ly hard that having a character, much less a character from a movie that EVERYONE KNOWS AND LIKES. be a fairly sympathetic example of those things is so validating that i have a hard time believing its that true when i’m not watching it unfold?? which i guess is an odd extension of difficulty receiving compliments but there u have it. plus before the time in january when i was v foggy i hadn’t watched it in years so there is that. hm
also i feel like this movie probably gets accused of having an Unrealistic Villain all the time since he’s so gleeful about potentially holding back a student like that violates the rule that no one actually. intends to be evil. or w/e but…….. lmao i was rly truant in high #school and the person who delivered my notice of threatened in-house suspension/exclusion from grad trip and ceremony/etc was EXACTLY THAT THRILLED ABOUT IT
GGGOD im watching ferris bueller and i forgot just how literally i’m cameron wwhhooaaa i. bed surrounded by sad anxious sick person things. angry chimpanzee noises. indecision to the point of self-sabotage and trying to rewrite loyalty to his friend as a frustrating obligation because optimism is too hard to grapple with UGH, SAME