Hey, everyone.

*sniffs* Ah, the smell of creativity in the air.

What's shakin' in your worlds?

I'm currently doing fine, probably gonna watch National Lampoon later, I suppose.

Hey all,

how's it going?

It's 3 a.m. and everything's goin' pretty fine now. I got distracted yesterday on Discord, but *cracks knuckles* nothin' some elbow grease can't fix.

Hey, everyone.

'sup?

I'm thinkin' tonight after Cola's stream, I'll start writing again. Maybe start a new fanfic since that Wild Thornberry one ended up sucking so hard, ya know?

Hey, everyone.

How's it going?

I'm doin' well, just chillin' out at home watching longplays of video games.

Must finish writing Coagula soon...I just need a good kick in the pants to finish it.

Hooray! I made a friend!

Ah, the tiny achievements in life.

Things are going well here (my girly issues from last time have now devolved into little pelvic aches), how's everyone doing so far, huh?

Hope to get back into the writing swing of things soon, too.

Well it's that time of year again,

the Christmas lights are up,

the collective forgetting of Thanksgiving as a holiday starts,

and I'm feeling fine...though I'll be uncomfortable once Valentine's Day rears its ugly head 'cause I'll be thinking about - soda and how I'm all mushy around soda now.

*sighs* I really wanna know soda better. Maybe it'd be less weird. Usually I'm not this noggin' joggin' about girly stuff, but this is still, like, amazingly new to me.

Not to mention the period shit muscling in on my thought process and making it all scrambly.

(written because HOLY SHIT was I that angry or not? I need to keep track to not scare people.)

• normal anger: "Well, I can't believe X did this and it's not fair."
• period anger: "I WANT TO MURDER X AND THEIR KIN."

• normal happiness: "It's a beautiful day. I think I'm going to just chill out."
• period happiness: *stoned out of your goddamn mind*
• normal sadness/depression: "Wow. I'm depressed. I'm going to go watch a movie."
• period sadness/depression: "HELLO SHARP THING, THIS IS NECK."*

*you may be feeling this regardless, and if you are, here's a good hotline to call*

• normal disgust: "Ugh. I hate her dress."
• period disgust: "I WANT TO SHRED THAT DRESS!" *five-minute long rant*

I feel better now.

Had a whole lotta rage in me.

Rage is not good, kids, rage is not good.

I suggest breathing exercises, talking to folks you know and love -

and avoiding the demonic bubble of crap known as the news.

I'm doin' - not so hot, really.

I'll be fine, surely.

I mean, then again, I've only eaten one thing all day, so that helps.

The good news is, I have my alarm set up for tomorrow...woo. I'm progressing.

Here be a snail.

Hey, everyone.

What's up?

I'm doing all right, got to hear my boyfriend's (friend that's a boy)'s voice for the first time indirectly through streaming, and, like always it felt like time just whizzed by when I listened to him.

And now it's Saturday, which means I should work on Coagula more because my brain is being a butt and decided to put it off so much...dammit - also, ignore the nonsensical title. It's late, and I couldn't think of one.