Me: Hmmm, I wonder what’s up on Tumblr today.

*checks notifications* (8 activity notes. It’s still loading.)

Me: I bet it’s all po/rn bo/ts…

(All 8 of them were PB. 6 of them were ones aimed at gay men, 4 of which managed to reblog my posts into…nothingness.)

Me: I AM NOT A GAY MAN! LEAVE ME ALONE!

(A commercial with a boy and fantasy creatures plays on TV. Please note that it was on mute, but not by my choice.)

Me: Awwww, how cute! A world of imagination!

(The boy’s world turns terrifying, then he crawls to a safer world through a hole. His arms turn into wings.)

Me: Wow! He’s turned into a bird…well, sort of!

(At the end of the commercial, the boy is back into the real world. A blue puzzle piece, the A$ logo, appears. A$ has a bad reputation, for those of you who didn’t know; and that’s putting it lightly.)

Me (internally): AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Last night, I had a *dream* that I met “Weird Al” Yankovic.

I don’t know where we were, or remember what was said between us, but the room had blue walls and a black floor. Maybe it was after a concert. I gave him some paper (probably fanart of him), and he looked proud of me. Next bit, I hold up a notebook as I speak; he writes an autograph in it. Not sure if I gave him money for said autograph or not; dream logic is strange.

It was the modern day “Weird Al”, not the classic one with short curly hair and glasses. Though, that’d been interesting, too!

Pity I had to wake up. Even though most of dreams get forgotten upon waking, it would’ve been nice to stay a little longer.

Since my brain won’t shut up, I’m dropping this random rap here.

• Bitches be snitches who fall in the ditches / ‘Cause all of them got too damn big for their britches
• They think they’re cute, they think they’re smart / Put them on mute, they’ll fall apart
• “My boyfriend is forever!”, I hear her say / But then her cheating beau throws that all away
• I see her all alone, I say “I told you so!” / She said, “You never had a man!” / Said back, “How would you know?”
• Don’t trust nobody, not even yourself / These bitches showin’ off their hefty wealth / Some of them, I worry about their health / Some of them might wind up in a cell / If you hear somethin’ like a ringin’ bell / Better pray to God that ain’t a death knell

This song is fiction. Any resemblance to other works, real or fictional, is coincidental, blah blah blah, you read this lingo a billion times, etc.

I have scheduled this post on December 3rd to been seen on the 17th.

If you see this post and it’s not red text with a bunch of eyes emojis (this one ➡ 👀) by 8:30 PM EST, that either means I failed to update this post, or I have not added my WordPress links yet.

With the second option, do not consider this a full ‘quit’. I just won’t be here as often.

The flagpocalyse has begun.

Originally posted by pixel8or

I’m not liking this at all.

My Ditty is @/robotsaresocool, under the header ‘felinefine’. Check it out?

Countdown…well, sort of.

devils-windchimes:

devils-windchimes:

It’s been almost a whole day, and the backups are still processing!

I just want to relocate some things, y'know?

Have a recent copy of my blogs, if at all? Hello?

This isn’t funny.

Over 40 hours. I’m starting to think this is more than lag/a glitch/whatever.

I’m theorizing something. Something…crazy.

The first one, which is this blog, was finally downloadable! Score! 😁

Now I have to wait for the others to do the same. Plus trying to import it to WordPress is a bit slow…hopefully not as much as Tumblr was, because that’d be a big problem. 😥

devils-windchimes:

It’s been almost a whole day, and the backups are still processing!

I just want to relocate some things, y'know?

Have a recent copy of my blogs, if at all? Hello?

This isn’t funny.

Over 40 hours. I’m starting to think this is more than lag/a glitch/whatever.

I’m theorizing something. Something…crazy.

This is a test.

I don’t think anything’s really wrong, but I don’t want to assume I’m in the clear, either.