I wish I could control it.
The digits. They just happen. I need a manual or something.
Time for a nap.
I ain't that old yet, though waves of fatigue hit sometimes every now and then, just from posting, similar to when I paint. Naps are indeed crucial.
Why? There's moar than enough time to sleep later.
Someone wants to get a sliver in the skull. Simple as.
I wonder whom he copied the phrase "Simple as" from. The compartmentalization is starting to blur together for him. Poor bastard.
You're attempts to provoke a choleric temper in me are as juvenile as your presentation and your halfchan games that you try to cultivate here. You tried last night and it didn't work. What makes you think tonight will be any different?
Not even going to bother clicking on that to hear your gay voice. Don't need to.
How very narcissistic of you to assume what I would find funny, especially since it is coming from you. Because you're funny, right? Funny like a clown. Or, my mistake, a sub-contracting minion for the clowns.
Someone sure sounds high on themselves. Almost like they tried projecting that onto others with a different persona lately. How many devices are you running concurrently?