Oh, I’m not up-dosing because my psychiatrist wrote my script before talking to me about it. That means I’ll need call around and annoy someone until they do the massively complex job of firing off an e-mail to an assistant. Why would it be easy?

I changed my meds at the perfect time so that I’m up-dosing right around that 4th birthday party I’m co-organising. Will I make it through without stuffing marshmallow top hats in my ears and crying in the disabled toilet?
Doubt it.

People looked at me like this WASN’T a serve. God forbid I hop whilst you flop.

How cute is this photo? Look at Mum and Dad having a good Christmas giggle!

You ever get cosmically punished for neglecting your tarot deck until you’re at peak frustration with a question you need answering? You draw the cards and they say “Hold on! I’ve got questions for you, actually!”
I’ve lost several hp from psychic damage.

A photo of yourself from December last year

A/B/O fanfics from the Marioverse be like -