Necroissant
Hey, I'm Cynthia, and you have stumbled upon my blog. This is either very fortunate, or one of the worst decisions of your life. Only time will tell.
You want to change settings on your account and it asks for your password, which you’ve forgotten, so you take a wild guess and it was your password all along.
Guys, I went frog hunting today. I came home, wearing a new skirt I bought just yesterday, absolutely covered in smelly ass pond water. It was so freaking fun.
Something big black and buzzing just flew in front of my face just now. I think it was a fly, but it was fucking huge, and now all I can think of is that one scene in The Mist where those freaking bugs flew all over everyone and they stung that one girl and she died horrible. I fucking hate bugs. Especially flying ones.
(Except butterflies and ladybugs and moths. I like the pretty ones. Not the nasty ass ones.)
You really feel like drawing something completely inappropriate and smutty and realize you have absolutely no idea how to draw male private parts without it looking like something someone would draw in a bathroom stall so you play video games instead.
Your mom comes in to vacuum your room and your blog is open with pictures of naked (for you) men that you drew.
My Sufferer necklace came in the mail today!! I’m wearing it right now and it’s totally going to turn my neck green lol. I’ll snag a new chain for it sometime… later. Yeah. Also, my birthday is on Monday. My sister asked me what I wanted and this is what I asked for: a Captain America body pillow, and Loki, Iron Man, and Captain America figurines. I DO WHAT I WANT. I ALSO HAVE NO LIFE LOLOLOL.
