I was going to write a short fic to put in a writing thread that I plan to start but my writing mood got interrupted by a cut on the tip of my index finger.
I like the idea of doing a CYOA in the roleplay board. I don't like the idea of having to write every single possibility before I know if anyone would even be interested in that.
Last night, I sent a message in a group DM that has my dad in it saying I have a new name, but I wasn't quite brave enough to come out as demienby yet. There's a very high chance that he would have no idea what that means, even if I explained it to him.
You could show me all the famous comedy specials in the world and I wouldn't laugh at it as hard as I laugh at making the chess pieces slide off in Clubhouse Games.
There's no stranger group of people than artists who ignore messages asking about commissions. I literally want to give you money and you're just going to ignore it?
Wait, wasn't December 24 a week ago? Does time not exist? Am I going to have to keep being anxious until tomorrow? Do I need to get psychiatric help with my anxiety?