accidentally slayed too hard at this internal job interview and the guy said i had free pickings of any open position under his discipline.
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Potentially worth looking into HPPD depending on how long ago u took the bennys. I was occasionally seeing shit for a few years after my Benadryl era it is a possibility. Ur so right though don’t do Benadryl it’s generally always a bad time 💕💕
ty yeah I need to stop ill look into it it was just yesterday that I like took more than usual and mixed it w dmx which is like an idiotic thing to do but like i don't even really care anymore like I don't see anything the whole time or when im sober it just like for maybe like an hour or two at a time seeing shit but nothing ever as bad as yesterday not mixing that shit again AND YEAH benadryl sucks ass never start it no matter how many fucking idiots like me u see talking about it on the internet bc we only tried bc we saw other idiots talking about it on the internet and we all regret it and have bad shit wrong with us now physically and mentally
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this has now reminded me of the time i headed up the events committee of the lgbtq+ org in college but literally only because no one wanted to do it, and we did 2 things; cleaned up after basketball games to get money and threw a big drag show in one of the auditoriums. and i did So much work on the drag show, from getting the space booked, getting the volunteer cops to come, getting the organizers in line, communicating about set lists and with people, and the main other helper was just on the committee (actually made the set list and did the DJing i think); and then my VP helped run the day of-setup, which was great, because i have no sense for delegation and we had so many people ready to help, and she had done the decoration shopping.
and at the end of the night, drunk on the success and helping shove speakers and stuff into cars (which i had organized borrowing from the theater dept), one of my co-presidents of something told me i hadn't done anything and my VP had done all the work (to be fair, i think i was probably being snide about her at the time because she sucked and i didn't like her) and after that i think i had basically no interest in the group anymore which was good because it was the end of the year
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Another spooky request for spooky season… or is it?
I would love some fake-out spooks. Chrashley getting scared by something (each other?) and then they have a laugh, realizing it was no spook, just trauma
The woods seemed hungry at night.
He felt like a moron the moment the thought crossed his mind, but there it was in brilliant Technicolor, not so much a passing fancy or half-formed idea as it was a fully developed fact, a weighty sort of understanding his brain accepted as easily as the color of his shirt or the date of his birth. The woods seemed hungry at night despite being so...so...kind during the day, bright and cheerful and full of birdsong, made dark and grey and jagged by the light of the moon, and every step he took seemed loud as trumpets in his ears and every rustle from the underbrush was the banging of a drum, and each -
Something brushed his arm and he spun away, shouting at the top of his lungs like he’d just been shot, and whatever it was that’d bumped him...screamed...too?
“Oh my God,” Ashley panted, doubled over with her hands on her thighs and her eyes wide as dinner plates as she tried to catch her breath, “Oh my God, Chris, you scared me so bad, I thought...oh jeez Louise, I don’t know what I thought...I thought you were one of those things, or something...ooooh my God.”
“I,” he began, his back flush against the nearest tree and both of his hands clamped over his heart for fear of it busting out of his chest, “Am never...ever...volunteering to get firewood after dark again...no matter what...Dad Jokes McGee back there...says.”
six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
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