Rocks

There are two types of people:

The person who lends books to their friends books while looking them dead in the eyes and saying "If any harm comes to this tome, beloved and sacred to me, you will feel the wrath of the gods, and I will take it upon myself to harvest your soul"

The type of person to read their books in the rain, turn the lights down low and murmur the words on the pages softly in prayer, dog-ear and annotate the pages, and walk while reading which does not end well for any of the parties involved

I am both of those people.

Oh shit my Halloween costume I didn't finish last year

I will always remember that at one point, somewhere on the internet, there was a picture of my favorite substitute teacher gently holding a burger in the palm of his hand.

Once again reminding you to lock your doors. It's zucchini season.

Guys don't leave your doors open, Its zucchini season.

Mom come pick me up, I'm scared.

Sometimes it doesn't even need to be related to the inspiration! One time I really needed to pee, and that inspired a slice of life, coming of age story about a group of JDs in the modern day. And pee comes into it a total of one times.

My inspirations for making all my stories:

I'm doing an action and that action could be a story!

I'm listening to a song and that song could be a story!

I'm feeling an emotion and that emotion could be a story!

I'm copeing using escapism!

I like this story and can't get it out of my head!

I have an issues with this story and want to fix it!

I can't sleep!

I'm trying to follow the racoons advice but the most impossible task rn is taking a shower.

Guys I have a problem.

A very big terrible issue!

I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the name of something is.

That something just so happens to be a theatre script that I once read and would greatly like to again. It's also damn hilarious. The title has (I think) something about Babylon. The plot is about two men who are building the tower of Babylon. And it's just saying the same thing over and over again. I only ever got like 1/4-1/3 through it so Im missing a bit of info. There might also be a priest.

Tumblr: “you have the same kinda humor and posts as this person! here have some of their posts”

Puki: “ofcourse I know him, he’s me”

Why do you recommend me me tumblr?

Episode 1: Ouchie