

ForwardsI remember when I was 10 or so and I got my very first email address. Shortly thereafter, I started getting forwards and I was absolutely convinced that the consequences were real. I was sure that if I didn't pass that forward on to 10 people within 10 minutes, I was gonna get run over by a steamroller. Just like the last guy who didn't send on the forward. So, in a crazy rush to cheat death, I click the forward button. It must have been 5 minutes already! (It took a looong time to read that email. I kept getting distracted by the pyramid of arrows that's common in these things) I look to my contact list for 10 people so I can avoid having thForwards


...And the clouds opened.I sit in my writing class. Another beautiful day of drudgery. Are we done here yet? Not quite. It's the last day of class. Ho-hum. I pull out my bag of frozen soybeans. Nothing like a healthy snack... They're great- honestly! I do love them, It's just... Sometimes you need something more... Something sweet and packed with empty calories. So I sit and wonder how to deal with my raging craving. If I don't do SOMETHING, I'm gonna die here. Die of sugar starvation. Bad news. Suddenly, the teacher says, "Hey guys, since it's the last day of class, I brought doughnuts!"...And the clouds opened.
...And the ceiling splits apart, the clouds open, the sun shines
Dino

Gifts and CursesI am afflicted with a curse. Its called Attention Deficit Disorder. Somewhere in my brain there is a major disconnect. Its as if the little guy in my head whos supposed to be in charge of keeping track of whats vitally important is completely disinterested in his job. As a result I suddenly regain my focus after minutes long spaces of total vacancy only to see that instead of doing my homework, my hands have found a pile of ginger snaps and are patiently entertaining themselves while waiting for my return to awareness.Gifts and Curses
During elementary school I was taking Ritalin twice a day, my personal drill sergeant to
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# People who have asked me to marry them on dA: 15
# of people who have called me a cocktease: 12
YOU. VAN. NOW. <3
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... But with more screaming anchovies.
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One of Complaints' resident Mormon kids.
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I am a purveyor of custom painted walking attire. You should ask me about it. [link] (my side account)
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my graphic design account: [link]
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grafik tasarım adresim: [link]
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"If I'm lucky, Mr. Talent will rub his tentacles on my art." - Me, on D00p when she trained me to draw arms.
[link] <---This is my webcomic. VIEW IT.
Mega Man 9 is winsauce.
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... But with more screaming anchovies.
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One of Complaints' resident Mormon kids.
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I am a purveyor of custom painted walking attire. You should ask me about it. [link] (my side account)
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"If I'm lucky, Mr. Talent will rub his tentacles on my art." - Me, on D00p when she trained me to draw arms.
[link] <---This is my webcomic. VIEW IT.
Mega Man 9 is winsauce.
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... But with more screaming anchovies.
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One of Complaints' resident Mormon kids.
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I am a purveyor of custom painted walking attire. You should ask me about it. [link] (my side account)
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"If I'm lucky, Mr. Talent will rub his tentacles on my art." - Me, on D00p when she trained me to draw arms.
[link] <---This is my webcomic. VIEW IT.
Mega Man 9 is winsauce.
Please join mai dictatorship!
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... on my lap.
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( you dont have to type your name in, it allready counts from the first click, when you can read " thanks for your Vote")
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www.bobsmade.de
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