Zenith : In Character Network → Computer Communica

I'm not really a journal kind of girl. I mean I tried once when I was laid up post-surgery, thought I was going to have a really cute bullet journal with that like, pretty tape on the edges and neat hand-lettering and stuff and then I realized I don't actually know what a bullet journal is for or how to use one and also I feel weird putting my innermost thoughts down on paper.

My point is, if you want the artsy journaling types you'd probably better look elsewhere on Instagram because I'm sure there's another influencer waaaaay better suited to whatever viral marketing stunt this is than I am.


EDIT, 9:38am You say there's no requirements, but clearly I was required to do this if I wanted to go anywhere today. Just wanted to point out that starting this relationship with such an obvious inconsistency (and like, also the kidnapping) is not the best sign.

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FUCK YOU

when do we get to go home

I don't get this. Why am I here?

hello.

HEY FUCKFACES. My dad is a cop. My grandpa is a cop. My godfather is a cop. You guys picked the wrong fucking person to kidnap so cut the shit. ALSO PEOPLE ARE GOING TO NOTICE I'M MISSING I PLAY COLLEGE FOOTBALL I'M ON TV AND PEOPLE'S FANTASY FOOTBALL LEAGUES SO YOU FUCKED UP. YOU BETTER OPEN THE DOORS AND LET US ALL GO OR YOU'RE FUCKED.

You're playing the wrong bitch. I have friends in every corner of this world, especially the darker ones, and I will cash in every favor I have to to see you shitfucks brought low before me. I will fucking ruin every generation of your family. I will dig up the bodies, bones, and dust of your ancestors and force you to consume them. I will keep you alive and make you watch your children live lives of servitude as legally indentured servants to me and mine.

You better fucking kill me, because you have no idea how awful I can be without even trying. And I'm going to TRY with you dicksucks. I'm going to find the most sadistic, abused, angry nerds in the world. I will raid every Apple Genius call center if I have to. Then I'm going to take those poor shit on angry nerds and pay them to sit around and dream up new ways to TORTURE THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of you. I will pay their rent and goddamn netflix accounts while they bingewatch documentaries on the Spanish inquisition interspersed with deep web porno, hop them up on adderall, Taco Bell, and red bull, and see just how creative we can get. Jesus Tittyfucking Christ, those geeks are gonna have to invent new words and medical practices for the trauma I will put you through.

In short, FUCK YOU AND OPEN THE FUCKING DOORS.

a few months ago I turned down celebrity big brother because I thought it would be stupid and desperate and really who needs that crap? I don't need to live around that many cameras. It'd be too invasive, I told myself.

Har. fucking. har.

also if you fuckers know who I am you know I've pissed in some weird places before so open the goddamn doors.

Day 2.