when you found me, and there was no one else around me;
Oh, God, five hours of looking up potential jobs, and ... I-I quit. No wonder almost everyone I know is either joining the military or planning on staying in college for the next eight years or whatever. Christ.
I'll look for maybe one more hour—maybe at flight attendant information—and then I quit. I'm done. I'm going to go play some video games, walk outside. Go get some pizza. Play the piano, write some fluffy fanfiction. Something.
Alternately, I could kill myself.
I'll look for maybe one more hour—maybe at flight attendant information—and then I quit. I'm done. I'm going to go play some video games, walk outside. Go get some pizza. Play the piano, write some fluffy fanfiction. Something.
Alternately, I could kill myself.
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Suicide party means we'd have to plan some kind of group death.
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That's what I'm saying! There are a couple of people commenting that look like they'd be interested.
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QUESTION: Do you think things like the Kool-Aid guy and Pedobear and all those weird freaky things that get stuck in the collective social subconscious could become prevalent enough to be monsters of the week on Supernatural?
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And you're gone, by now. >______>