I live by myself in a small apartment in Boston right next to a Seven-Eleven. Needless to say I get a fuck ton of slushies. I'm about twenty years old, but honestly I'm not very sure of that. I stopped celebrating my birthday a long time ago. And no, not because of some traumatic childhood even that scarred me for life and turned me into a bitter, sullen adult. I just think it's stupid and I don't wanna do it. Really most things are stupid to me. In fact, relishing in stupid things is probably my favorite pastime. Like the fact that Napoleon was once attacked by a hoard of bunnies on a hunting trip. Or that Abe Lincoln grew his famous beard because a seven year old girl said ladies think guys with facial hair are hot. Life is full of some fucking stupid stuff, might as well have some fun with it. As you can tell from my unique outlook on life I don't really have many friends.
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AdventureAliens. Rom-com tropes. Depression. Gay ships. Utter absurdity in the form of smart comedy. What do they have in common? This book. Get ready for a stitched together book combining romance, si-fi, adventure and comedy into one cringy book written by...
