This page comes with microtonal theme music: ostentatious, except sevenfold; a song that doesn't offer anything new, instead lazily rolling around in its own filth. Not unlike you — only without that sense of entitlement.
I adore Autumn, bitter coffee and being as insufferable as humanly possible. I could well be Emma Bovary herself in all of my contempt and boredom, in all of my meretricious pursuits and ambivalence. I'm a frequent purveyor of what may or may not be satirical hubris, chutzpah and excruciating humour, the worst you can possibly imagine. It's all a massive joke to me, yet in the process I've inevitably ended up yet another member of the blooming digerati — and now that I'm in the thick of it, I'm feeling like a bit of a prick. …show more content…
Long term friends voraciously typed in in your requests section, only now you've spoken to actual people you've seen it for the waste of time it is. That those chumps can type at all's a surprise. Now you've flipped your lids, it's just the kids: and who would seek this demographic? Why mull over the words their stupid mouths form? The thoughts that they parade won't genuinely impact your views.
[ Edit section ] Requests
I'm not interested in talking to anyone for now. However, this probably won't be permanent. If you're hankering for a conversation, topics I tend to reply to include: gore, medical oddities (especially ocular and osteological injury/mutation), congenital defects, taxidermy, homicide and genocide. I can provide advice on how to hide a body, as I have read rather deeply (har bloody har) into this matter.
Activities to complete whilst waiting for my esteemed reply to feel less gross and lonely:
1. Attempt to find your dignity; I bet it's not at the bottom of the cereal box
2. Design an infographic and study my online-offline patterns to extrapolate an expected reply
I adore Autumn, bitter coffee and being as insufferable as humanly possible. I could well be Emma Bovary herself in all of my contempt and boredom, in all of my meretricious pursuits and ambivalence. I'm a frequent purveyor of what may or may not be satirical hubris, chutzpah and excruciating humour, the worst you can possibly imagine. It's all a massive joke to me, yet in the process I've inevitably ended up yet another member of the blooming digerati — and now that I'm in the thick of it, I'm feeling like a bit of a prick. …show more content…
Long term friends voraciously typed in in your requests section, only now you've spoken to actual people you've seen it for the waste of time it is. That those chumps can type at all's a surprise. Now you've flipped your lids, it's just the kids: and who would seek this demographic? Why mull over the words their stupid mouths form? The thoughts that they parade won't genuinely impact your views.
[ Edit section ] Requests
I'm not interested in talking to anyone for now. However, this probably won't be permanent. If you're hankering for a conversation, topics I tend to reply to include: gore, medical oddities (especially ocular and osteological injury/mutation), congenital defects, taxidermy, homicide and genocide. I can provide advice on how to hide a body, as I have read rather deeply (har bloody har) into this matter.
Activities to complete whilst waiting for my esteemed reply to feel less gross and lonely:
1. Attempt to find your dignity; I bet it's not at the bottom of the cereal box
2. Design an infographic and study my online-offline patterns to extrapolate an expected reply