

ATIWD - Tape 2Hello again, Ms. Campbell. What do you want to know today? I told you, I died, alright?ATIWD - Tape 2
Well, obviously, Im still here and breathing. But I AM dead, I assure you. In a cosmic sense at least. I no longer exist to them.
The gods, of course. Oh come on, you dont really believe that whole cosmic zombie nonsense do you? The gods have been around much longer than that. Eons, even. Far, far before our time. Well, you can tell just from standing next to them.  
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ATIWD - Tape 1Alright, so, it started like this:ATIWD - Tape 1
I woke up. Exciting, right? Here, let me expand on that for you:
I woke up at exactly 8:45 AM to the sound of my alarm clock blaring, loud enough to hear through the several blankets I had piled on my head. This angered me somewhat, as I was hoping the blankets would have given me an excuse to tell my boss that I had simply slept through my alarms, instead of purposefully ignoring his summons to work the morning shift today, instead of the night. And let me tell you, I was NOT a morning person. &nb


And Then I Was DeadRW -Chap 0Have you ever had one of those really weird mornings, when you wake up, get out of bed and while you're walking out of the door you begin to think that things were really going to change for you? That everything was suddenly going to be all new and interesting, like a brand new adventure waiting on the horizon? Yeah well, that's utter crap, really, because none of that ever happened to me. And really, it should have. But I suppose that's just the way that some things go. But anyway, you're reading this, so now you at least know that you'll never know what's going to happen next. &nbsAnd Then I Was DeadRW -Chap 0
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| I love art trades, and I'd even take a commission if you actually wanted to PAY for the crap I churn out, hahahaha. Me? What's there to say about ME? Well, I'm an alien, didn't you know? I come from the far away planet of Bettabrickle, where I am known as the Mome Skittydush VI, Ishkabibble Obvious and I rule the high plains of Ashkibbar. So far its the only satisfactory explanation I've been able to think up for my complete well, you'd call it weirdness, I suppose. I'm not a cabbage, that's for sure. I am that person who lives on the fringes of society, that you only remember when someone asks about them. I am that annoying lock of hair that refuses to go the way you want it to, no matter how much hair product you apply. I am aglets. I'm whatever the hell I feel like being at the moment, and most of the time I don't feel like explaining myself, so you can just go away if it bothers you. I was born in the middle of Nowhere, and here I continue to reside, which would be Nowhere, for those of you not quite following me. I love drawing, but hate Art Class. Love writing, but I'm bad at it. Love cats, but I'm allergic to them. Life seems set up to kick me, slam me into walls, and generally make fun of my entire existence. But hey, I can deal with that because its actually pretty funny. My life couldn't be a bigger paradox if I wanted it to be. Whatever higher power is up there must be having a pretty good laugh at it all. It better be, anyway, or I'm going to be very angry when I finally get to meet it. I'm not really that awesome of a person, but I play one sometimes when I get bored. I am rather hard to aggravate, and tend to blame most of my problems on myself. Which is perfectly True, you know. I also like to capitalize Words That Are Important, just because that's how I roll. In a nutshell: I'm that psycho wierdo that you avoid in the hallway like I have an infectious disease and make fun of in whispered voices after I've passed. And you know, I'm okay with that. No, I will not cut my hair. Stop asking. No, I'm not a lesbian. Stop asking that, too. No, I don't know why I have a book on my head either. Just deal with it, and stop asking me pointless questions. |
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Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
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Do Unto Others Before They Do Unto You.
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Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
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Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
ur arts r awesome!
and i think i'm just the same as u. i love drawing, but i hate art class. i didn't even consider submitting my works for each assignments.
anyway. nice knowing u!
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Well. I have to save money ^.^
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Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
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Well. I have to save money ^.^
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