Assass1n13

OH MY GODDDDDD!!!! 
          
          I finally learned how to hyperlink. Y’all, I feel so proud of myself! So simple, but it took me literal years, and way too many whole ass links to get here.

I have family from Wisconsin coming to visit all of us who live more down south, and they’re bringing down 30 pounds of cheese curds. 
          
          30 POUNDS. 
          
          I think my family has a problem.

Sup! Remember me!?

Y’all, I finally found someone irl who will play Fortnite with me, and then I think I accidentally gave them the wrong gamer tag…
          
          HOW COULD I FUCK THIS UP SO BADDDD??????
          
          (And I don’t know them well enough to have their phone number, so I can’t call to correct it T_T)

I had the weirdest dream last night. 
          
          I was in a semi truck that my grandpa bought me, and I was driving it through the Costco parking lot. For some reason I was driving on the right side like I was in Europe, and I was going over a bunch of speed bumps. Then I turned to get gas from the Costco gas pumps, but I realized I didn’t have any money. So I got out of my semi, and walked away. But then my sister ran up, and gave me my nanas credit card. So I turned back, about to put gas in my truck, when suddenly I was in a garage. My semi was gone, and instead I had this sick motorcycle. It being a dream, I didn’t think anything of it. I was just like, ‘oh damn. That’s a cool motorcycle I have. I need to thank my grandpa again’ and then I drove it away. A little while later, after driving my motorcycle around for a while, I wake up, and tell people about my dream, and how cool my motorcycle was, and how I wish I had one in real life, because it was literally so sick. And then I realize I’m still dreaming, and I don’t know who I’m talking to anymore, because everyone I was just telling about my motorcycle is suddenly blurry.
          
          And then I woke up for real. 
          
          But the crazy part is, my semi truck was red and white, and then my motorcycle was red and white, and earlier today, while I was scrolling through YouTube shorts, I saw a red and white motorcycle… like my dream. 
          
          I don’t know y’all, but it was really weird, and now I think it was a sign from the universe that I need a red and white motorcycle.

HOLD THE PHONE!!!
          
          STOP EVERYTHING YOURE DOING!!!!
          
          I just got my first ever piece of fanart T_T
          
          Like, can anyone tell me a way to physically inhale digital artwork, because that’s what I wanna do. It’s genuinely so beautiful.

Hey so like, how the heck do I have ten followers on tumblr? What’d I do? They all appeared after I wrote a post about Mamma Mia MegOp, so perhaps that’s all it took? I even got a reblog by one of my favorite authors on there for that one…
          
          Mamma Mia MegOp was apparently what people wanted…

My mother: Go to church! Have some social interaction!
          
          Me: mother, I don’t socially interact even when I’m in social situations. If I go to church, I’m just NOT social interacting outside of my natural habitat. 
          It’s pointless.
          
          My mother: … you’re going to church you little smart Alec. Don’t make your brother go alone.

For those couple of people who care/know about my art thing. Here’s my artwork
          https://www.tumblr.com/vicethesniper13/792334898967003136/for-those-like-two-people-on-wattpad-wholl-care?source=share

Hahahahahahahahhaha…
          I’ve finally finished all the drawings I need to turn in for my art reception…
          At 2:03 in the morning…
          I still need to color at least two of them in, but I’m way too tired. 
          G’night. 
          (You would not believe how many pictures of Perceptor’s crotch I had to look at for these damn drawings. But hey, at least his crotch is accurate.)