Seven Devils

[ FILTER INCLUDES: Kitty, Warren, Genesis, Asher, Austin, Kim, Jesse, Montana, Allegra ]

It's come to my attention that you guys don't all know each other/haven't met so this is me reaching out and getting this social ball rolling. This filter will forever be known as the Scooby Gang. You all have me in common and given that...

Singles Night - shall we transgress and get our young adult party on?

You know you're tired when you're driving home from work on your motorcycle and.. basically cross paths with a moth, but for a moment you lose your sense of depth perception. So you think you see Moth-Man up ahead coming straight for you. And honestly think to yourself: This is it. This is how I die. Moth-Man has finally come for me.

And then it hits your visor way sooner and you almost crash.

» Now that I'm not wasting away like a pathetic bitch
» Is this the part where I say 'I'm sorry' for disappearing?
» I'm shit at this but feel like it is.
» Hey, gorgeous.
» Tell me those shadow fucks didn't make you into a snack?

[ SENT TO AUSTIN ]

» EVER READ THE MIST BY STEPHEN KING?
» THIS IS KIND OF LIKE THAT

» But with psychotic shadow creatures.

[ SENT TO KITTY ]

» I'm at the library at school.
» Are you okay?

[ SENT TO GEN ]

» WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

HA. I caught a MF scorpion bitches! Exhausting, but worth it.

Started rearranging my island, lost track of time, forgot it was meant to be a twenty minute break from research, promptly got sucked in. Lost my damn mind. Had to finish research at 9pm. Frazzled AF right now.

This is as distracting as online shopping. Totally mean to limit the time on it, end up lost for hours and doing things you didn't realise you were going to do. Like why did I order this kitchen organiser? I have a dishwasher, I don't need a sink rack.

I swear to God, if these scorpions don't stop stinging me, I'm gonna flip a table. Every time I come out of someone's house, these little shits chase me and my tiny little legs can't go fast enough.

My computer crapped out this week too, which meant a trip to the store and talking to those so called 'genius' people. I loathe dealing with stuck up smart people, really I do. On the other hand, I have a new computer, so yay.

Anyone else have to make their alarm clock a noise they absolutely despise? As well as place it clear across the apartment to guarantee you actually get up?

I hate the sound of air horns. And every night I have to put my phone clear across my place so I jump out of bed every morning. Even then, though, the chances of me collapsing back on the couch or in my bed is 50/50.

I need some venue and catering recommendations. It's almost time for the party to end all parties.

I am legit phoning it in at this point with my Theology class.

Primarily because they won't accept anything that I actually want to do.

So yes, I will just sit in class and I will just play Animal Crossing. I'm gonna get that five star island rating, Isabelle, stop messing me around with your bullshit decorating clause.

[GROUP TEXT TO CODY & ASHER]

» If either of you are passing by 8-Bit
» I'm really craving Boba
» And a burger. Or meatloaf.

[TEXTS TO GEN - backdated to Saturday]

» Don't get serial murdered.
» On your date-thing.
» Who else would pay attention during lectures for me?

[TEXTS TO KITTY]

» For our illicit clothing trade..
» Will this hooded sweatshirt suffice?
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This is the most epic of TGIF moments. I cannot express the hell this week has been.

If only I had the will to make weekend plans that didn't suck. Taking suggestions!

I am straight up losing my mind. I am on Trash Island, every freaking thing I fish off this island is a tire or an old boot or a tin. I just want some freaking fish already!

I want my Nook Miles Ticket back!

I feel like I should worry that my evening is spent on this game rather than doing something productive.

It's Throwback Thursday at the store, which means all arcade games are free for the night. However - just a friendly reminder that 8-Bit Emporium is not a babysitting service for you to drop-off your crotch goblins then go to Fete. All unsupervised kids will be given copious amounts of sugar and then released back into the wild.

Also, anyone who passes the store without a food donation will be scowled at from behind the counter. I'm looking at you Ash. I saw you walk by before. How dare you.

» Are you working tonight?
» I'm being peer pressured into a club night.
» On a Tuesday!

» How does this happen?!