I was just about to make one
that's awesome. are they similar?
kinda, this job is more talking to people face to face instead of just over the phone. Plus I do health insurance right now.
do you have to deal with many crazy people in health insurance
I'm pretty good. doing a workout currently. how're you?
and you're the captain of the fags
how's the workout going?
I'm pretty good, had a busy few weeks
And a gay lord
it's going good. getting sweaty, and other good workout stuff. I've only had a little to do for the past weeks. what've you been busy with?
how could I forget
oh god yes, and people who are dicks too but i mean that;s life sometimes.
Are you referring to the latent homosexuality, the arousal stemming from anthropomorphic cartoon drawings, or the interpersonal relationships developed over a commonly denoted "Cesspool" of an image board?
If some combination of the three, please submit in writing your concern, and we'll ensure it's received by the Human Resources department to be notarized and sent for board review.
good to hear, keep it up
moving the bf into his new place last week, it was my birthday tuesday and just trying not to die of boredom in the mean time
Show her my my little fuzz butt and she'll associate the name with him instead of that other.
English would be a good subject for you if you like to write.
I put my feelings into paint.
Victoria and Sierra are terrible names. Eric is a good strong name.
I have created a couple of characters for comics, but their lives and stories are very and intentionally vague.
I love my arachnids, my roaches, and my millipedes. They're adorable little friends of mine and they make me happy.
He is the softest. He's like a little puppy dog.
I could never deal with having to call tons of people every day
happy belated. how'd the move in go?
cheers, it went good, lost his computer mouse but we made the most of his new place being empty so I'd say that's a good trade off
Got about 12 NES games today, a GBA and a game cube game.
that always sucks. I lost a pair of my cute undies when I moved back in after the holidays
yeah, annoying but it wasn't too bad, easy to replace
If I show her your "little fuzz but," she'll likely want to adopt it and I doubt you're willing to part with it, nor do I want it residing in my home. It would live for all of six minutes while I resist the urge to hit it with a pan, and then I would hit it with a pan.
My feelings go into my writing, but I have little personal emotional influence on it. I tend to write from a standpoint of a reader, if that makes sense. The words that I print, as far as my novels go, are regularly created in the same fashion that I would wish to be reading them, if I myself hadn't written them.
I don't fucking know how to explain it. Douglas Adams once stated, "A book is simply 30,000 words arranged in a clever order."
That doesn't help anything, I guess I just like that quote.
What's wrong with Victoria or Sierra?
If I ever write a character that isn't purposefully fleshed out or developed, especially as the primary subject, then the narrative, the story, has to be involved enough to drive the entire progression of the read. That's tough for me to do, although I've done it, in a sense, telling a story that would read almost identically if the character weren't even there at all. I once wrote a story to improve my environmental description that involved a guy rolling down a river in a barrel, and I guess the story would have been almost entirely the same if there was no guy in the barrel.
I can't stand them. I don't know what it is, or where it stems from, but I fucking HATE spiders, and definitely hate centipedes or millipedes. It's in the way they move, the way their faces and appendages developed, it's enough to curl my toes just thinking about it. They creep me the fuck out, man.
I just hope I find wherever they ended up
hopefully, losing cute undies is heart breaking
and they were the comfiest pairs I owned. I am moderately saddened
I'd be surprised if you weren't
Nothing really. I just wanted it for myself.
Show her anyways. I'm in Texas and you don't know where I live in that state. Also you don't know what I look like or where I work so it's not like you could find me and follow me.
I suppose it does. You mean you write what you think people would want to read? Or you write based on what you would want to read?
The story is also incredibly vague. It is like single instances, flashes in a life that are shown and then moved past to something else.
Most people do, but spiders love you. They want to be your friend and just hang out. I want to get a western centipede, a solipugid, and a scorpion. I give my babies little words of encouragement and gentle pats.
oh alright then. Is it fun or is it just an addition to the collection?
To add to my collection.
I remember having it as a kid and then selling it.
Happy Birthday Riley!!
so how long have you had a bf? or maybe I never asked if you had one before
just over 3 years
so it's a sentimental thing? I get that.
he's a strange looking dog. what breed is he?
oh, I guess I never saw you talking about him
get hunbuns for cuddling, and your hand for penis touching
Brachypelma albopilpsum. I also have a Grammostola pulchra, an Aphonopelma hentzi, an Alphonopelma chalcodes, and an Euthalus sp. Red.
I never really have any reason to
You live next to UofT at Austin.
We've been on Tinychat together before. I know exactly what you look like.
I want to say you were doing grocery? But that sounds wrong.
Kind of both? It really depends on what I'm writing. I write from the perspective of a prospective reader, as if I don't know how I'm going to continue the next sentence, despite obviously knowing how I intend to continue the next few pages, like I'm attempting to keep myself interested in the story being told while adhering to the points I desire or intend to convey.
explaining this is how I feel trying to explain color to a blind man is. It's incredibly difficult to explain a process that occurs in me almost subconsciously.
>Instant intrigue, and also regret
Scorpions are neat. They're weird, but I think it's the eight or more legs thing that bugs (lol) the fuck out of me.
though the author hasn't released anything in months
where do you get them? what do they eat?
well you still have your hand, although you can't cuddle it very well
Being able to play overwatch!
I don't live close to the campus, that's downtown. I don't live downtown. I look much different now than I did then. I don't do grocery.
It is much different from how I work. I work from a place that completely nullifies me as an entity. It's as if I don't exist in these works, or rather I don't exist in the way that I and others perceive me. It's entirely honest and pure.
They're little cuties with a strong bite.
Scorpions are neat. I should get a bark scorpion.
I can't believe I forgot to mention my vinegaroon. I also have a vinegaroon.
I get them at a little pet shop that's run by hippies. I feed them crickets mostly.
Hunnibuns chooses Overwatch over me.
I guess you're out a cuddle partner tonight
STOP MAKING ME GOOGLE CREEPY SHIT
Bark scorpions are mostly harmless. Fun fact; If you pour liquor on a scorpion, and it's a high enough proof, the scorpion will sting itself to death.
If they ever catch fire, they'll try to sting themselves to death before they burn entirely.
If he had internet that worked I'd be happy
here's the solution to your cuddling problem >>719729907
There are 25 known scorpions deadly enough to kill a human. The bark scorpion is one of them.
I've been stung six times, growing up in Arizona on agricultural property.
It hurts, yeah, for a time, and it makes that entire region totally numb, but aside from the one that occurred directly beneath my right shoulder blade, I didn't require anti-venom. I doubt I needed anti-venom with the one in my back, but it was close enough to my heart that my mums freaked out.
four times in the foot and once in the right hand, and I never felt ill, or nauseous, just numb, and putting pressure on the entry wound caused sharp pain.
He wants it fixed too
He's just afraid of his roommate using his toys while he's gone.
Half tempted to bring them over next time
Are you sure it was a bark scorpion? They look similar to other scorpions in coloration.
well, I'm going to go back to Xcom 2, bye everyone
Hey buns, Hows the new place?
Haven't moved yet
ahh i thought you did already.
Whens the date?
I just feel weird calling her mom.
I don't know. She's not that maternal, so mums is more fitting. I could call her by her name, but we were never really close, so that's weird too.
Dude. Centruroides sculpturatus, the Arizona Bark Scorpion, the most deadly scorpion in North America.
Yes. I'm certain. They're like a fucking scourge out here, especially in open areas and under rocks. Hiking out here, it's not uncommon to run into multiple if you lift stones, or climb on exposed rock faces. They're also commonly found on equine property, as they have a strange affinity for horse shit dust.
I'm fairly certain my younger sister has two of them in her dorm room that she found on the campus. Phoenix in its entirety is in the Sonoran Desert. I live in a suburban neighborhood and I can hear coyotes from my back porch.
Lol, they hurt, and they cause numbness and pain, but being stung once or twice is usually not fatal unless you're liver, kidneys or immune system are faulty.
Or you have high cholesterol. The heart doesn't like it when you mix fats and venom.
Oh, that's somewhat sad. It's strange though, my father called his mother mom, even though he was wholly indifferent to her. She was by all means a very bad person, when she died he didn't feel anything.
I'm just asking because a lot of times arachnids are misidentified. Bark scorpions tend to stay in bushes and trees with thick branches. Hence the name.
I used to hear coyotes in California. I miss that sound. I miss the sound of the wind too.
I should go to the doctor and tell them I think I broke my liver bones and demand drugs.
That isn't to say you don't find them on rocks and such. They are hunters after all and will go where there is the most prey.
That's his pet name for me.
Matter of preference?
Next time I find one, I'll post it here for you to identify it.
Winds are supposed to reach 40 MPH here tomorrow. That's uncommon for Phoenix. Weather's been weird here lately.
Unlike spiders, of which only therephosidae and a couple of others hunt. Most spiders are trap predators. Building webs and the like to alert them to prey items
I think that's what it is. I know Guston's daughter called him Philip and her mother Musa, even though she loved them both greatly.
I'm not good at scorpion identification. Spiders are more my bag.
I love high winds. The grandest days were those of the wind.
I should tell a doctor I think I broke my liver bones and demand drugs. It's a fairly straightforward sentence, Drunky.
I don't care for it accompanied by rain, but wind itself can be great. The worst part about winds in Phoenix is that they come with dust. It's rained the past two days and the clouds have cleared, so hopefully the dust stays down.
I love the rain even more than I do the wind.
Rains nice, occasionally, but I like being warm. My hands don't work right when it's cold, and that's a downer.
I can't imagine living in the UK or the Washington coast. Overcast all the time, raining regularly. Ugh.
I love the cold. Winter is my favorite time of year because it is the coldest and darkest time of year. It is only in the dark that I can paint. I must be alone and away from prying eyes. The heat makes me feel ill.
That went from casual conversation to ominous in 2 posts.
You good, Fool?
It's fine. I talked to you about not selling my dual copies of games for the same reason the other night.
Yeah, I'm alright. It's like, I feel like painting is a sin. It's immoral.
I don't understand how creative expression could be immoral unless it were depicting something immoral, and even then, the act of painting itself wouldn't be a sin, the feelings experienced during the process would.
Sin or morality are concepts, ideas humans developed to explain feelings or opinions. There's no Right or Wrong and blah blah blah.
There's nothing intrinsically wrong with moving a brush over canvas unless you believe there to be.
Anyway, it's late.. er.. early, and I should sleep.
Night random gfurs
Night faggots who came to this thread for a fap.
It's like those old mystics and stuff, summoning their demons, creating their golems, doing their alchemy. All in defiance of God. They would do their work late at night, when everyone was sleeping and God stopped watching. It's the freedom of concealment that the solitude of night provides.
See ya round, Drunky. You should come around more often. It was good talking to you again.