Sooooo... Hi? Long time, right? Haha...
I have been kind of dead for about a month and a half due to being deprived of YOUTUBE.
*cri* ;-;
But yeah, it's good to be back(?)
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Also, to answer the obviously important question of 'why is there a pidgeon attatched to this chapter?'....
Idk. There just is.
But I was just exiting the freaking gym from some TT practice and I'm greeted with this little poofball sitting on the railing.
It so poof.
Da poofyness. Idc if that's not gramatically correct. POOFYNESS. Fite meh.
BUT IT SO POOF!
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Yeah I really have no idea what life is any more. I guess that ended 900 years ago...
Anywho.
Cal signing off.
Ciao!
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The Antics and Fudged Up Sugar Within My Non-existent Life
Non-FictionSo basically, in a simpler version of the title, I have no life. From choking on air to 'nom'ing a sandwich, this is a little collection of the rather memorable events in this soul. Yup.
