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Arie’s mission was to kill us all.

Mission accomplished my dear. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for Traces in the Sand artwork.

Random thoughts:

1) Life lesson, NEVER EVER ask for the X-large drink from KFC (at least in America), that bitch is a bucket. It is so huge it needs a fucking handle! Talk about a river of piss.

2) I started writing Traces awhile ago and yet I’m still getting PMs on fanfiction. Numerous times I have said to please just leave them on here because I don’t reply to PMs on there; mostly because of my internet situation. It’s being written okay, I mean I understand you guys love it but I’m already stressed out as it is. My grandmother died not even two weeks ago, I just got off a 32 hour week at work and am getting thrown into another one, so I apologize but writing isn’t on top of my list right now.

3) I feel like all the big name writers for Quinntana follow me and I think to myself why the hell would you even?! You guys are so much more quality than I am.

4) I’m hungry so my mom needs to hurry up.

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✎Anonymous asked:
Haha whoops. Guess sometimes it is too much huh?


 

Yes it is and people tend to not realize that. I think it’s because I was trying to make up for the days I couldn’t do so I was going at it like twice a day.

✎Anonymous asked:
How is masturbation month going? (◕‿◕✿)


 

Oh yeah, about that. My clit started hurting lol so I took that as a sign I was doing it way too much.

TMI Tuesday.

Talk to me.

My friend and I at Peeples

Gloria: Hi I'm Gloria, Graces sister.
Wade: Oh yeah, Grace and I watch you on CNN all the time.
Gloria: (smiles) Oh thank you, and this is Meg. She's the reason you can watch me.
Meg: Hey, I'm Gloria's camerawoman.
*Friend and I look at each other*
Us: Mhmmm...
Me: I'm calling lesbians.

Well I was torn between her fate…

Had his personality not split in that instant, they definitely would’ve hooked up. My mom was convinced he wasn’t going to do anything, but that scene was some intense foreshadowing from the actual movie from the 1960s and what ended up happening? Her demise.

I wish it would’ve ended up differently though, but they want us to come back right?

Oh my God! I called his teacher coming to the rescue.

Yeah after cleaning him up, she will take him STRAIGHT home. What’s that smell? Oh yeah, it’s bullshit.

Always trust Norma Bates to be a buzz kill when her son is supposed to go and have fun.

Granted the confession is serious, but she should’ve done it sooner. That wasn’t necessary.

Like I feel like Norman and his teacher are going to do something because she’s literally all over him and is it terrible that I’m kind of okay with that?

I should start writing Traces in the Sand tomorrow or tonight again, if all goes planned. For those of you who aren’t aware, I’ve had a long week of work and I’ve recently suffered the loss of my grandmother so I’m trying to get back in my daily routines, like writing and losing weight.

Any questions or comments, don’t hesitate to leave them in the ASK box. I can’t reply to them any other way.