Note graph got some gnarly air.
I FORGOT THE GOD DAMN FRECKLES.
My dashboard is 78% pure barobarbles.
Post Crusade is my longest story ever written in terms of completed material.
Ponyville Diaries is my longest story ever written in terms of potential material.
After those, there’s this 17-page romance shitfic I wrote in third grade at that got me sent to a conference for young authors.
I don’t remember ever being this busy due to school before.
What happens to a German after they get married?
They germi-mate.
Yeah.
Skype has had a lot of flops in the past with mobile, but this version seems pretty good.
Still not as good as the computer, but good.
Maaaaaaaan, why do the iPhones get the decent updates?
Do they have cardboard cutouts of monkeys working on the iPad and Android versions or something?
This was going to be another long post about Jesus and genders but I think I can sum it up in a simple sentence.
Oh god I’m so confused by some of the shit I read on this site, you have NO IDEA.
APPLE HORSE JR. (sans cutie mark)
oh, and the return of the horse telephone.
So dad secretly changed out cable provider and ISP from FiOS to Comcast this morning and of course was thrust into a barrage of problems like bad customer service (no shit), defective cable boxes, defective remotes, and a spotty internet connection.
Oh, and this:
Compared to FiOS’s 25 up and down.
Can I punch something now?
Next blog to update in rotation is not Diaries haha I had you there for a second.
Still trying to transition Diaries into the new format, so that’ll take time. PC shall update again this month with Apple horse.
uPDATED
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*watches the follower counter dip*
I think I lost followers from the cat pic.
Some people can’t handle the non-horse. :U
*neigh*
It’s the endless cycle.
Something happens, and then I suddenly decide to make a rare opinionated post about it.
5 seconds later, I instantly regret it and become unbelievably paranoid and afraid of everything.
I try to stand my case, but end up looking like a nervous wreck with no spine.
Then I promise to never ever do it again.
And then it repeats.