Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Game of Lame

The cretins haven't let Ashby exist for a moment since the last time I spent the night in his room and it became evident that we actually do love each other. πŸ˜’ Such hateful trash, they are. But Shai was indeed here bright eyed and bushy tailed when I woke up today. And I did, in fact, successfully go donate plasma. Coincidentally enough, I saw what should be my favorite person both on the way there, and on the way back. Because that's not obviously a Sadie thing to do, at all. Great times.
Shouldn't this be over, by now?? Nick just drained Hannah for stabbing our baby. πŸ˜‘
WHAT IS GOD, if not love? Of course I would never wanna know the cretins' answer.

Me, living in Williamston: 🌐😭🌐 I hate my family!?!
Russell Brand: What am I, chopped liver? πŸ›‘️πŸ‘½πŸ›‘️=πŸ˜‡
Elon&Claire: No, we know you, too. ❤️‍πŸ”₯🚼❤️‍πŸ”₯
The cretins: Shut up! Die! Kill innocence and reign terror!!! 🀑
Yeah, I'm over it.
In marrying me, Eric's vow was essentially to
Never let anyone kill him. That's how we made it this far.
(The cretins' long ago tried and failed fantasy where IkIlLeD him doesn't count. πŸš«πŸ™„πŸš«)

You knew, all along, cretins, that I could never live with
what you'd done. Worse, what you'd coerced me to do. 
It's time for you to learn what really should've happened.

I just smoked a blunt with Dyce, and finished the Gladiator movie Ashby r
ecommended I watch. Now I'm going back to sleep, here at 3:16amWedNov13.
Y'all know my Karmic Path number is 13?
In The Book Of Destiny.
The way of expression, but I've said all this, before.
Nobody likes redundancy, least of all, me.πŸŒπŸ‘½πŸŒ
Good Night, World. 🌚


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