I'm going to make a list of things I wanted to post about a few days ago but didn't have time to.
(well ok then)
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I was bored, so I searched posts containing "music" and "songs" and there are a lot of them. I post YouTube videos of songs quite a lot, actually. I found some songs I haven't listened to in so long. They're good. I missed them.
Then I found my skit posts from this past March. And can I just say? Those skits were the peak of my skit writing. They're amazing. I got emotional all over again.
Anyone else feeling like I'm making all these skits a continuous thing? Like wow ok, I'm proud of myself.
Even I wasn't aware how much previous skits affect the current..ish ones.
They're so good. Wow.
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Fierdan in Chapter 55.
Yeah, he's still.. he's still growing on me in that chapter.
Fierdan, damn, what a filthy man. (that rhymes!)
"He's shaking. How sweet." - from the chapter.
Oh, ohh ok there, buddy. Ok.
Hhhhhhh. Mmmnmnm.
Fierdan's just like, "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna touch this boy's face.. and scratch him. Oh and hold his head a certain way. Yes."
This freaking guy! Omg this freaking dude!
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I decided to check back on Chapter 8 (*gasp* the single digits!) and found out I wrote that Duke slept on the roof all night with Twinkle and left in the morning.
Well.. oops. I forgot about that. My bad.
Ignore what I wrote there. I was 13 or 14, so I didn't know what I was saying. I'm just gonna make it that Duke woke up in the middle of the night (in those very early am hours when the sun isn't going to rise yet) and found his mom talking about how she killed his dad. I want him to be.. to be not 100% sober when he hears that from his mom.
... I want Duke to be tipsy there. Oops. He's drunk.
... Apparently, I wrote that the drink first tasted like nothing and then it was sour. Well anyway, I meant bitter. Sour. Bitter. Eh, same thing.
Lemon-lime though. Interesting drink of choice, I'll say.
There was alcohol in it. Ok. Because I say so.
... Actually, I think I wanted there to be alcohol in it all along, but then I got afraid and felt like I should change up the wording so it wouldn't be suspicious.
... oops.
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Huh, I was right.
I died in the morning.
I'm dead.
The class killed me.
I'm so dead. Haha!
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To be honest, Fierdan is a kinky bastard. There are signs. And it's so funny. Just like damn. This guy. What this guy does. Umm, well, hello there. Fierdan, sweetie, ahh. He's one kinky motherfucker.
It's almost Thanksgiving break! A break! Finally!
I am tired.
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