If I keep things chill and run low-requirement games then I can focus on more meaningful stuff. Like my shitty personality and lack of skill.
I was going to call this post something cunning and totally, definitely unique like ‘Merrily down the Stream’ or ‘Islands in the Stream’ or ‘Streaming piles of shit’, but I realised that might obfuscate the point. And blow my readers away with just how goddamn witty and totally, definitely unique I am.
I appreciate that most of my audience already knows which side my complicated, hyper-dimensional, x-y-z axes-possessing bread is buttered, but there’s a handful of people who don’t. Today is Bi Visibility Day, and it seems only right that as I decloaked myself on FB, I should also put in the effort on my blog.
Did I ever tell you about the time I wanted to join a convent?
Facebook has finally danced through almost every one of my tolerance levels. Today it slow-waltzed its stinking arse all the way up and down the ‘frustrating shitshow’ category on my dial, so I’m shuffling back over here to my quiet corner.
“I’m a friend of Violet’s. Can you help me?” you ask.
With no sign of anyone around, you call out.
You make up your mind quickly: You opt to explore the kitchen.
Quite the convenient recap.
You walk over to the bed.