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Lucifer
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*Distant sounds of senseless violence* Luc| He/Him| 27 He will ascend to the heavens Above the stars of god.
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I also just joined the International Society for Metal Music Studies, because at this point why WOULDN'T I make this a formal thing
Reasonably certain that as of this moment, I've read every piece of published English language scholarship about Ghost. Some would argue this makes me one of the experts on the subject.
Unquenchable hunger for one of those melon flavour ice pops from the Korean place in Victoria station but FULLY aware there's no sensible way to get there because I'm sick right now
Taking advantage of my unique position as a Pepsi Autistic who works in a bar I CAN now tell you that my important science confirms that it tastes different in a bottle Vs from the tap
Having the metabolism of a grazing antelope means that I spend all of dnd really hungry; but now my reward for being done with session is I get to eat pasta salad, so like. Win, I think.
One step closer to his true form (Lichqueen Paris Hilton)
So based on current events, I feel I can safely say that next week, Connie gets a purse dog.
I spent enough of that conversation trying to resist the urge to say "Kill him, he's not our man," like in Pirates of the Carribbean 3, At World's End. And then I said it anyway.
"Help me Obi Wan Ken-Emory, you're my only hope" - Connie, face down in a snow drift with a bear on top of him
"Gone gone the form of man, rise the demon Etrigan" is a phrase I think at least once a week because of the rhyme scheme and it's in almost perfect Iambs.
One thing about me is that I love when things have a rhythm. I'll do a less efficient route to do a full circle. I'm obsessed with rhymes. You say something to me kn rhyme and it's in there all day.
I'm not going to think about the mysterious substance on the back of my trousers.
You'd think that would be grounds to go home, but no. 15 minutes into my close. They're so lucky I wear undershirts so I could take it off when the customers left.
You haven't really lived till you've spent 4 hours working while wearing someone else's vomit on the back of your shirt. Truly a great way to spice up life.
I had less than half a can of energy drink. Seven. Hours. Ago.
Current resting HR ~25bpm higher than my normal and I am LAYING DOWN. I'm doomed.
😇 poisoned myself with caffeine again lads
It's within my power, too. Like I could do it. The problem is. Doing it would make me anxious.
I need to get medicated so bad, I always forget what my anxiety is like until something arbitrary triggers it and then I'm like. Ah. Death.
Guy who hates analysing poems: I'm going to do a dissertation that treats sing lyrics as poems to analyse!
It's almost definitely the latter, ftr, because once bitchy Kat left for the day I stopped wanting to cry every time I wasn't talking to a customer
Do I have the worst job in the world or had I just been running round for 6 hours without even a bottle of water to sip at, with a mean girl manager who hates my face for some reason.
If anyone would like to place bets on how long it takes before Evil Jason, personification of my burnout who tells me to smoke cigarettes and jump off the roof, comes back, I feel like this would be a valuable use of my time.
If anyone would like to place bets on how long it takes before Evil Jason, personification of my burnout who tells me to smoke cigarettes and jump off the roof, comes back, I feel like this would be a valuable use of my time.
And now we're in Faerie, but mostly I'm still sad about that desk falling apart.