Know what I miss?

Those roleplays that took days to write just a single post.

Where the length of one post is longer then a college freshman essay.

Where you wait in anticipation for days.

When the other player has to email you their response because notebooks take too long to ship.

The roleplays where I’m either a villain or a prince.

Where I am legally allowed to fuck shit up.

Yep.

I miss that.

New favorite phrase:Put yo vagina away.

Best used when:

  • Someone is being a slut
  • Someone is about to have sex right in front of you
  • Someone’s vagina is hanging out.

On a better note, I’ve kinda resolved my gender issues.

I’m deathly afraid of commitment.

When someone tells me that they love me AND are in love with me, I panic.
Possibly run.

Being proposed to?
A ratehr terrifying thought.

Anything lifelong that involves another person, scares me.

This, coming from the girl who wants to get married and have kids. 

You never know how out of shape you are until you bike uphill, at a relatively altitude.

If you are going to insult me over text, and you’re an idiot, prepare to be crushed by my intelligence.

Whenever I dress up, I feel ten times more confident.

To the point where I can be a huge douche.
Or cocky. 

Random Fact: Skyping with me involves random bouts of shirtlessness, pantlessness, pick-up lines, or strange facial expressions.

Pet Peeve: When people try to tell me the harmful effects of something.

A prime example: Smoking.

“Did you know that cigarettes contain this, this, and this?”
“Did you know that this many people died from smoking?”
“Did you that smoking does this and this to this organ?”

Seriously.
I took multiple health classes.
I’ve lost someone to lung cancer.

Yet I still smoke.
So tell me something I do not know. 

Erin has a new game: Make Sethy have Undapper Thoughts.

I disapprove of this game.
I GREATLY DISAPPROVE. 

I hate to say this but…

I’m returning to my old ways.
The way I always get as the school year ends.

I speak to people less.

I push people away.
Give them a reason to no longer to speak to me.
I become bitchier.
Rude.
Disrespectful of one’s views.

All in all, I eventually become a terrible person to be around.

So, consider this a warning. 

Pet Peeve: People who pop their gum.








This is my 4,000th post.
I feel strangely alright with this. 

Pet Peeve: Being ignored. For days on end.

I’m a fucking attention whore.
Two days of ignoring me?
That’s chill.
More then that, I get pissy.
Bitchy.



I WILL BE IN A RAGE! 

Pet Peeve: People tapping their fingers.

Especially when the nails are hitting wood, or some other hard surface.
Especially when each taps rings through your ears. 

I’m going to whore myself out now.

Only because I need money for albums. 
Any takers?