compost:
taxes forever
outcome:
compost:
Why am I so helpless to his advances? I never meant to have an internet lover when I already have one in real life. I'm just SO HELPLESS to his advances! I feel so guilty, but apparently not guilty enough to stop, which just makes it worse. It was supposed to stay role play. And then it was never supposed to get out of the livechat box. But tomorrow it's Naked LivePhone time. How the hell did this happen? Why does he turn me on so much??
outcome:
compost:
How do I tell him I love him as much as he loves me, but remind him that this is only the infatuation phase?
outcome:
compost:
I do not need you. But damn it hurts that you don't want me.
outcome:
compost:
Will you just STFU and get back in character? Every SECOND you're OOC you're fucking up IC relationship! Are you DENSE???
outcome:
compost:
the grey cat killed a black and white bird. oh dear.
outcome:
compost:
nervous energy radiates from you, my brother.
outcome:
Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.