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Children's TV Getting Too Real

Okay first off so I spent a day like two months ago going 'round asking for account ratings and like hmm. So, of course I appreciate them and it does get me thinking how I could improve my account and all that but I also know I'll probably never listen to them rip like my bio is staying that length I have a lot of things to say and only 2000 characters. Also as much as I know nothing they say in these ratings is meant in a rude way, and it's all constructive criticism I can't help feel a little sad? I've recently [okay I've known for a while] become aware that I don't take criticism very well- in like any circumstance? Even not towards me? I don't know, but I took a Qualified Test about social anxiety [go me with my score of 40] and it said my main "trigger" so to speak for anxiety is criticism and I'm like dam how true is that!? Well, a n y w a y s, I was actually just going to point out that I need to work on my covers [and my titles if we're being honest here [and updating;;]] but I don't even where to take them I have not reached the aesthetic.

ANOTHER THING

Andie Isalie is q u a l i t y

ANOTHER ANOTHER THING

#spon for josgler-squad 

some mates and I set the account up and right now it's just a meme but idk it might go somewhere. Also we were going to aim for no followers or followees but that died so I think we'll stick with not following anyone to pretend we're cool.

MMM

oH so I follow the wp Paranormal Community and the... latest? I'm always late but mm well a prompt was rodents, or rats really, and yeah that's a thing let's write a story about rats.

The Jorgenson Manor had an attic, and although I resided in the lower floor even through two floors and a rickety old roof I could hear the skin-crawling scratching of something. I'm not technically allowed to enter the Jorgenson's part of the house, and I never really had seen eye to eye with that rule, I made yet another exception for this particular situation of curiosity. Walking through their generously decorated apartment I wondered why such posh people would have left such a poor quality entrance to the attic- with it's corroded fold-out ladder and crumbling holds. I doubt anyone had been up here in my twenty years of occupancy, and although they wouldn't be able to see it, they would certainly feel why. For the moments after I had climbed through the door and pulled myself up into the attic I was bombarded with the continuous static of scratching and squealing and it wasn't until I woke up a few pounds lighter that I realised that this house I was living in was infested with thousands upon thousands of ghost rats.

Well there you go, my unedited masterpiece of a story chock full of the first surname that came to my head and a house full of ghost rats. I could run with that, I mean, who doesn't love ghost rats!

What do I talk about now, well I found $75 and watched an episode of Ben 10 getting too dam real. There was some life questioning, quality procrastinating and actual, useful things being done in there as well, just mingling with the e m o t i o n s. Oh, and a water stain on my bed from a not-quite-closed water bottle. Is it a stain? It's not really a stain stain since it will just dry up but I suppose I can see it as of now?

Insert endless internal screaming here as my sign off.