In the grand scheme of things, does it matter that much what kind of fursona one of the side characters in my book has? Definitely not. Am I still going to severely overthink what it should be? Yes. I absolutely am.
I'm going to be presenting some of my writing at an open mic event later tonight so wish me luck. I'm really nervous since I've never actually seen reactions to my writing from anyone who isn't my friends or my creative writing teacher.
I think I need to text my landlord about my noisy neighbors when they've woken me up a few different times by yelling at each other and swearing constantly. Time to figure out a good way to word that text.
Dear Words With Friends: if you want me to go back to using your horribly ad-ridden app, maybe stop dead naming me in the tens of push notifications you've sent me over the past few weeks.
My English 102 teacher from last fall has booked me as a guest speaker for one of this classes this semester and I'm so excited. It's going to be my first experience doing anything in the vein of teaching.
I have a total of 45 out of 120 undergrad credits to my name at college and I'm already trying to plan my way through grad school. The earliest I can get into grad school is 2025 so I don't know why I'm spending so much mental energy on this.
All three of the main creative writing teachers in the English department at my school have profile pictures that are in black and white, which is a funny contrast to my profile picture that's very bright and colorful.
Because of one day two years ago that YouTube decided to recommend a movie to a guy on an incognito tab, my ex is now holding the poster I got him for his birthday.
I have this one commenter on YouTube who comments on literally everything I do, yelling at me and demanding I release a mod I made for myself that I had no immediate plan on releasing and I'm getting so tired of seeing him all the time. It makes me not want to be active on my community tab because this dickhead is the only person who interacts with me and he just spams all caps and swears at me to do something I'm not interested in.
I utterly despise Twitter but I'm not going to let that stop me from logging in to continue my six year tradition of retweeting the same tweet wishing Allen Ludden a happy birthday.
Something is wrong with one of my earbuds. It's completely silent, unless I grab the wire in just the right way. I can definitely make the right one work if I want, but it's too annoying and takes one of my hands out of commission entirely so I think it would be better to just get some new ones.
One of the people I know from games club at school is so cute and I wish I could tell him I like him but I'm really shy and worry that I'll have no chance with him.
and you're lucky to only have skunks because where I live the roadkill is deer and moose and sometimes buffalos that always escape from the buffalo enclosure farm thingy (they should probably keep the gate closed) and they vandalize the ski hill. Also I have a nose disorder where skunks do not smell bad