I wish when my brain throws "your works are garbage" at me I could pull up the confidence to retort "no they're not" or "and that's fine".
"When my brain"? That's my default state! I long for the time when my mind *isn't* telling me my work is hot trash.
I feel a little bad I haven't been writing much porn lately but other projects have taken priority in my brain right now.
Maybe it's just me but it takes away from the experience a little when you've got REALLY recognizable VAs in your attempt at analog horror.
It's a little staggering to see how long I've been doing this. Especially when someone is liking EVERY. LAST. CHAPTER. I. DID.
It's time I told you the truth. The covid vaccine has made you a sleeper agent, in our plot to turn all straight men into drug addicted gays to weaken the U.S.A and take away their guns to leave it vulnerable to be taken over by witches once they land from The REAL moon, hidden underneath the earth disc.
Temperature back to normal, still a bit congested and also still isolated for another few days at least.
And looks like I'm gonna have to go to a rapid test first thing in the morning to confirm either way.
Comas: How to tell the difference between a Giant Horny Toad Monster and a Giant, Horny, Toad Monster.
That's easy enough: The first one is the monster version of the usually docile Giant Horny Toad pet we all know and love. The second one is the bigger and hornier version of the classical Toad Monster, dwellers so so many hentai mangas.
When I first read I just thought Anne Hathaway had just had a baby and had called him Gundam. I didn't expect this, yet now I'm disappointed, so yeah, I can relate.
Just learned a really early Internet Friend I hadn't talk to in a long LONG time died two years ago. Having feelings.
I think I've been consuming too much media lately that has endings that make me stare contemplatively into the void.
