So my ESTP friend sent me some screenshots of BB chat today, and it was this loonetic girl writing the silliest poem for her friend, with a profile picture of a crossed-eyed girl, I was like "Duh! Who is that?! Why are you sending those to me" She was like "That's you from 2010!"
I am shocked at myself !
Work for a cause not for Applause
Live to express not to Impress
me: *orders loaded pizza*
me: *deconstructs loaded pizza*
me: *consumes toppings of pizza individually while @Yamato Nadeshiko goes off on me in the background*
Isn't that the normal way to eat? I like to get double cheeseburgers and eat one of the patties before eating the rest like a regular burger.
Tomorrow, I go to my first tabletop RPG game. I wanted to get into D&D 5e, but the only open group I found was for Pathfinder. We're playing in a setting inspired by Penny Dreadful, and my character is an Investigator. She's going to kick so much ass.
Oh. And. Ok. So there are SO MANY dear here that we have signs EVERYWHERE with 'dont veer for deer' written on them. But seriously. The deer make it really hard to even veer.
It gets to the point where its like trying to get a really really stupid and fat and blind and deaf person to cross the road. Because. Ok maybe thats not the best description but- they have NO FEAR. Like. Maybe maybe if I started chasing one with a flamethrower it MIGHT, I MIGHT actually get an actual 'deer in headlights' expression from one. But NOOO.
They just stand there. Just like, cocked at the side of the road. Ready to run across at any time. Watching. Waiting. Just fucking with you. So, sometimes I get so frusterated with them that I try to catch its beady little eye and actually communicate with it. Wild, wide, hand gestures. In every direction. And the word GOOOOOOO stretched out into oblivion. Like they actually understand.
And then they will. They will go until they are like... Half way across the road, or 3/4 of the way. And then...Just when Im getting all excited and relieved and ready to start putting on the gas... Plop. They will just stop. Right there. And look at me, with those evil eyes, and say- fuck you.
One day Im going to run one over I swear. Im not gunna fucking veer. But no. Ive actually gone over the -'what if I ever actually hit one' possibility in my head... And it involves me driving- not VEERING for ANYTHING, with fucking Bambi bleeding to death in my lap, probably a little singular tear racing down its face- looking up at me with a 'how could you eskimo-Im just a little innocent deet' expression- racing to the nearest animal hospital and pleading for them to save its life- all blood covered and macabre looking.