How it All Fanned Out_Not the Cringe!_I Hate Apples_The Perfect Birthday
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How it All Fanned Out
I really didn’t think it was possible to fall asleep with a phone to my ear, but I truly did. Either that or I was in a constant state of daydreaming with elevator music playing. I had tried all week to obtain the prized and coveted back-stage pass and front row ticket to my favorite singer, Tanner Mitch. Ooh he’s so dreamy!! I AM his biggest fan. I have ALL his music. He just doesn’t know it, lol. Last dial for the day, then I’m going to get a life. Yeah right. I hear a click. No more elevator music. Could this be…. “Congratulations…. You’re caller number 25! Who am I speaking w...
Not the Cringe!
Disclaimer: Physical violence and hints at sexual harassment. Also talks about titties.The weebs have taken over the United States. No one really knows how the neck-beards and anime- themed VTubers banded together to overthrow the president, but they did. I suppose after their almost-successful raid on Area 51, they figured that they were powerful enough to take on the government. There's still laws that are being put in place, as they've only managed to take presidency a couple of years ago, but they have still managed to completely ruin my life with the onwww.onedoor.cces they have down so far."Alright, I...
I Hate Apples
I HATE APPLESI’ve been out of the dating game for so long, I had no idea how it worked anymore. I was surprised she asked me out. I hope this doesn’t turn into my turning into some kind of klutz she wouldn’t want a second date with. I can get frazzled when I’m around women, especially ones I don’t really know. The only time I ever had a real relationship was after knowing a girl a long time. Like with my sister’s best friend, we knew each other for years and I was comfortable around her. So when we started going out, first to the movies or to get a burger somewhere, it came naturally to me. Sh...
The Perfect Birthday
When my friends asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, I could think of only one wish: to be alone. A birthday without the incessant chatter of an unidentifiable friend-of-a-friend at a party I didn't really want; without a family member asking me if I have found someone yet; and without anybody asking me “how it feels” to reach my new age. Everything is planned. I managed to take the day off work without too many questions, and seemingly nobody remembered that the date had anything special about it. I told my mother that I had plans with friends. I told my friends I had plans with my m...