Coffin' up blog
I’ve lost count of all the previous blogs I’ve had which are now very fittingly all rotting in this site’s recycle bin. I can still access and read them all but my God they’re a horror to look at. Some are skeletal remains by now and others are still in the putrefaction stage, oozing horrifying gunk and committing war crimes on the unsuspecting nose.
Anyway, I missed the blog function of this site which doesn’t exist on reddit sadly, so I have conjured myself another blog on here which I will use very sporadically as I really don’t come on here much anymore.
Anyway, I missed the blog function of this site which doesn’t exist on reddit sadly, so I have conjured myself another blog on here which I will use very sporadically as I really don’t come on here much anymore.
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Since I left, TSR got rid of visitor messaging. Why though?? That was the perfect way to chat which didn’t have the anxiety-inducing potential of PMs.
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I will begin with an obligatory commentary on the weather because no Blog in BritainTM is legal without one. How amazingly sunny has March been?? Incredibly sunny in fact, I heard you answer, and you'd get full marks for that response, a first class honours too. Just a few weeks ago we enjoyed 9 days in a row of gorgeous blue skies and smiling sun. And yes, I'm a saddo that kept track because clearly the sun's line manager isn't counting the excessive annual leave days he's taken so someone has to do it and that someone is me (no, I don't work in HR). In any case, that's already more sunny days in a row than we got for the whole summer of 2024, which, *checks notes*, was 6 days in late May. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if I started using this blog as a sun diary tracker, posting each day it's sunny and then doing a tally and at the end of the year as well as making pie charts and bar graphs to go in a powerpoint presentation?? Mortifying I think, which is why I might end up doing it. In any case, I beg we have an ejaculicious summer this year because the past 2 have been shíte. I don't work in HR but if Sir Sun and Sweetheart Summer don't turn up to work this year they will both get strongly worded letters from me about attending a meeting that will likely result in disciplinary action. I mean it, I really do.
Continuing with the weather report, all this sun in March is very reminiscent of the year that must not be named, isn't it? Summer started in March but we were all under house arrest and foaming at the mouth while we shook the iron bars of our virus-mandated prison. Sweetheart Summer's a cheeky troll and she turned up to giggle and twirl in her floral dress while we could only ogle from inside our homes, we couldn't go out and touch. This year must be the same, but without the virus of course. This year is for Sir Sun only. Sun's out d!cks out, sun's out tits out. That's my motto and New Year's resolution for this summer.
Anyway, today has been fcuking phenomenal. Sir Sun has been widely grinning all day and it's actually quite warm. I'm back from work now and I can't just sit in my room on youtube with this explosive orgasm of a day outside, so I'm going for a stroll in University Parks. I will also wear the gilet I bought from Harrods earlier this month which I've been excited to showcase for the first time. It's been sat sadly in my wardrobe and I admire it every time I open it, but the mornings are still too frosty to wear it. This godly gilet is green on the outside and yellow on the inside and the brand is Bogner. I've been dreaming about it since before Christmas, but didn't imagine it would still be there when I went in early March. But not only was it still there waiting for me, it was reduced from £395 to £237, what a steal! And right as I was paying I heard a guy behind me say to someone else, ''I have a Bogner jacket that's lasted me 25 years.'' It was really nice to hear it confirmed that I bought something of very high quality that will be one of my life's companions. I'm very much geared towards this kind of thing nowadays, with clothes, furniture and pretty much everything else. I much prefer to spend bucketloads on high-quality, high-end items which are going to last decades.
The prequel to all of this took place a month or so before Christmas. I went on several short expeditions to London in order to conduct some magical experiments based on embodying particular archetypes. One of these was centred on wealth and abundance, so where better training ground than central, including explorations of Selfridges and Harrods? And in the latter I chanced upon this godly green gilet, even though I wasn't looking for one and have never actually even considered buying one. But it side-eyed me non-stop, and I it. It was £395 and I had already spent lots on Christmas presents for others and so I looked but didn't touch. I licked, but didn't kiss. However, this gilet moved into my mental penthouse duplex and lived there without paying me rent. Squatter vibes, in this economy? ''I just can't get you out of my head'' by Kylie Minogue playing on loop upstairs. I regretted not buying it on the way back but more on that later. Part of these magical expeditions included strolling through high-end areas, and I became somewhat familiar with the northwest corner of Mayfair, think Dunraven and Green Streets. Something about that area intrigued me, I developed a little crush but I didn't explore much further at that time.
Anyway, Christmas comes and goes but I can't stop thinking about London in general (and I'm still fantasising over the gilet). I realise more and more than I'm falling in love with central again and I have no doubt that the immense magical transformations I underwent on the aforementioned expeditions have something to do with it. I therefore planned to return and properly explore bougie areas, specifically Marylebone, Soho, Mayfair and Hyde Park. I'm London born and bred but I realise how much I've taken the centre for granted and was only superficially familiar with these areas. I therefore began mentally planning this trip and very briefly looked up some areas on google maps, which reminded me of the street view holidays I went on in 2020. I didn't do too much however because I didn't want to spoilt it for myself, I wanted to see most of it in person with fresh eyes. That said, somewhere I came across on street view was Chiltern Street in Marylebone and it just looked so enchanting, especially the stretch that has the Chiltern Firehouse Hotel on it!
For reasons I won't go into, the trip to London had to happen on Saturday 1st March, come rain or shine. It wasn't fun at all putting on an alarm on a Saturday morning, I usually relish not having to set it on the weekend. But I also wanted to be in London early and it's an hour train from Oxford. Before I go into the details I want to take a moment to proclaim that this outing made me fall hard for central London again. As in obsessed, think restraining order or cease and desist energy. C. London is my side piece, my sneaky link when Mrs Moon ain't looking. Snogging with tongue is a must and vanilla sex decidedly left the whatsapp chat. She was in fact blocked and number deleted.
Aaaand we're back in the studio. I was in Paddington by 9 am and Marylebone is right next door so I went straight to Chiltern Street and it really is bougie and beautiful, street view didn't do it justice. People were even queuing to go into what looked like some kind of golf or polo sportswear shop, that's how you know an area's posh lmao. I'll also say that when I got to Paddington it was very foggy and a little cold but by the time I started to dive into Marylebone the clouds cleared and it ended up being a glorious, sunny day. Sir Sun really did me a solid that day, I'll have to speak to his line manager about a pay rise. After Chiltern Street I ambled some more throughout Marylebone, marvelling at the architecture and soaking up the rich vibes energy that oozed out of every street corner like the pus from a 3-day-old corpse. Harley Street and the surrounding area was a particular highlight. I then went down into Soho, which is only small, a tiny baby really. It's much more hippy than Marylebone, lots of street food and theatres galore.
Once that was done I gazed upon Mayfair, which was the meat and potatoes of the trip and the part I had been looking forward to the most. I entered Mayfair from the west and was starstruck by the designer shops and the incredible buildings. I chanced upon the Burlington Arcade and then moved gradually west where I began to realise I was falling in love with the whole area. Endless streets that are as pretty as a painting, but they're really quiet and peaceful too. Stunning green spaces like Grosvenor and Berkeley Squares. Tonnes of bougie and boutique cafes and restaurants that I walked past. I've already made a list of some of the most well-known and high-end restaurants there, such as Novikov, COYA, Cipriani London and Sexy Fish (urgh, Mayfair also shares my sense of humour, Sexy Fish lmfaooo). My jaw was on the floor the whole time, I was truly in paradise. Sir Sun smiled bright and it was heaven to sit for a while in Mount Street Gardens next to a cute church-like thing, and I also remember walking down a sun-soaked Aldford Street and nearly falling on my face to worship its beauty. I then continued up South Audley Street and discovered Mercato Mayfair, which is physically breathtaking and seemed to offer loads of great food as well, the perfect marriage. All of this made me realise I am romantically and sexually attracted to Mayfair. I get butterflies when I think about her, even now. It is the perfect area, Oxford street to the north, theatres and street food to the east in Soho, and Hyde Park to the west! I have decided to buy a flat or townhouse there, it will be a city escape to go to with wife and kids once a month, to enjoy the delights of the theatre, cafes and high-end restaurants. I can see it now and I was already inspecting the cafes I walked past thinking, ''yep, we'll have breakfast here on Saturday mornings''. This will happen I assure you. I also feel like it's not talked about how difficult it is having expensive tastes and not the bank account to match, is there a support group or something for this? Universe, wake up, prick your ears and hear my prayer: you will overfeed my bank account till she's fcuking obese and stars in My 300 lb Life. I can't go on without Mayfair, this isn't hyperbole at all btw.
After Mayfair I walked through Hyde Park while the glorious sun happy slapped my face all over. I exited by Kensington Palace and then walked back east through northern Knightsbridge, entering Harrods on the way. It's a bloody maze in there btw, so confusing to get round. But I was searching for the gilet and I let out a yelp when I found it, and reduced as well. This time I didn't think twice and I bought it immediately, the icing on the cake to end a perfect day. I then walked back through Mayfair to return to Paddington and I just fell in love all over again. It was golden hour of the evening by this time and walking up South Audley Street again was genuinely a religious experience as all of it was bathed in the most sublime orange light. And all the people sat outside Audley Pub with the sun shining directly on them just cemented my sexual attraction to Mayfair forever. I thought, ''this is my area and I will one day drink at that pub with the sun flashing my face too.'' That day was just fcuking perfect and I was thanking the universe and life in general so much that day lmao, like non-stop thank yous. I walked for a total of 7 hours that day, I think that’s the longest I’ve ever done on a day trip. The fact it was such a spectacularly sunny day has ruined me a little bit though because now I don’t want to return unless it’s sunny like last time. I’m going to wait until the summer to go again but this time I’ll skip Soho and might also add Notting Hill and Richmond to the schedule. It’s just everything looks better when it’s sunny.
Moving on from what could very quickly become a racy fanfic, I am currently walking through the countryside section of University Parks, which seems to be unknown to most people. Even on the most fit summer days it's empty, which is great for me of course. I'm just so bloody blessed to live in Oxford, that I have this kind of countryside literally in the city centre. I've lived here for nearly 2.5 years now and you'd think I'd be over the beauty by now but I'm not. And I don't think I ever want to be, I'm still as impressed by the place as ever. Anyway, the more manicured part of the park, (which does get full in nice weather) has lots of bluebells which are beginning to pop their heads up like they heard a bítch talk about them. I mean, tell me this isn't beautiful.
Yes, that’s a drinking trough for cows, in central Oxford! Sadly there weren’t cows there this time and therefore no fresh cow pats. Can’t wait for the summer when there will be pats that I can poke with a stick, it’s so satisfying to break through the hard crust and reveal the gooey and wet interior. Perfect to poke a stick in and chase enemies with.
I also saw a pheasant, which is my favourite animal, it ran away and flew close by to me, such a beautiful pleasure to see this majestic creature. I was first introduced to pheasants in person in secondary school, where they roamed the school grounds and forests, and I've loved them ever since. On the way back from Uni Parks I walked past The Sheldonian which I saw a classical music concert in around Christmas of 2023:
The concert was based on the Epic of Gilgamesh and so I added that to my to read list. I finally got round to reading it this month and my God, the epic has genuinely changed me as a person, it's incredible. It's 4000 years old and the names in it are just so unusual but fascinating: Humbaba, Shamash, Enkidu, Ishtar, Namtar etc. It sent me on a whole rabbit hole expedition concerning Akkadian, Hurrian, cuneiform writing and so on. And the epic itself is really deep and moving, it’s about a demigod's quest for immortality and the existential crisis he has when he realises he can't achieve it and that he will have to face and go through death. This has really made me want to get back into reading regularly, but I don't have tonnes of space for books so I'm actually having to ration my reading which is quite difficult! I want to reread the Demonata series at some point too, one of my favourites.
I also think I've found my favourite ever horror film and it's actually amazing: Nosferatu (2024). It's just got everything, the sets and costumes are phenomenal, the gloomy gothic vibes are to die for and the acting is chef's snog. Particularly that of Lily-Rose Depp, she plays a mad, depressed character to absolute perfection. It's got vampires, magic and madness which are all things I lap up like a thirsty dog!
Right, I'm going to stop here because this post is a bloody mess, but so is a rotting corpse to be fair. Some maggots here, yellow oozing liquid there, a bit of rigor mortis over here, some bone and muscle showing there. Mess everywhere.
Continuing with the weather report, all this sun in March is very reminiscent of the year that must not be named, isn't it? Summer started in March but we were all under house arrest and foaming at the mouth while we shook the iron bars of our virus-mandated prison. Sweetheart Summer's a cheeky troll and she turned up to giggle and twirl in her floral dress while we could only ogle from inside our homes, we couldn't go out and touch. This year must be the same, but without the virus of course. This year is for Sir Sun only. Sun's out d!cks out, sun's out tits out. That's my motto and New Year's resolution for this summer.
Anyway, today has been fcuking phenomenal. Sir Sun has been widely grinning all day and it's actually quite warm. I'm back from work now and I can't just sit in my room on youtube with this explosive orgasm of a day outside, so I'm going for a stroll in University Parks. I will also wear the gilet I bought from Harrods earlier this month which I've been excited to showcase for the first time. It's been sat sadly in my wardrobe and I admire it every time I open it, but the mornings are still too frosty to wear it. This godly gilet is green on the outside and yellow on the inside and the brand is Bogner. I've been dreaming about it since before Christmas, but didn't imagine it would still be there when I went in early March. But not only was it still there waiting for me, it was reduced from £395 to £237, what a steal! And right as I was paying I heard a guy behind me say to someone else, ''I have a Bogner jacket that's lasted me 25 years.'' It was really nice to hear it confirmed that I bought something of very high quality that will be one of my life's companions. I'm very much geared towards this kind of thing nowadays, with clothes, furniture and pretty much everything else. I much prefer to spend bucketloads on high-quality, high-end items which are going to last decades.
The prequel to all of this took place a month or so before Christmas. I went on several short expeditions to London in order to conduct some magical experiments based on embodying particular archetypes. One of these was centred on wealth and abundance, so where better training ground than central, including explorations of Selfridges and Harrods? And in the latter I chanced upon this godly green gilet, even though I wasn't looking for one and have never actually even considered buying one. But it side-eyed me non-stop, and I it. It was £395 and I had already spent lots on Christmas presents for others and so I looked but didn't touch. I licked, but didn't kiss. However, this gilet moved into my mental penthouse duplex and lived there without paying me rent. Squatter vibes, in this economy? ''I just can't get you out of my head'' by Kylie Minogue playing on loop upstairs. I regretted not buying it on the way back but more on that later. Part of these magical expeditions included strolling through high-end areas, and I became somewhat familiar with the northwest corner of Mayfair, think Dunraven and Green Streets. Something about that area intrigued me, I developed a little crush but I didn't explore much further at that time.
Anyway, Christmas comes and goes but I can't stop thinking about London in general (and I'm still fantasising over the gilet). I realise more and more than I'm falling in love with central again and I have no doubt that the immense magical transformations I underwent on the aforementioned expeditions have something to do with it. I therefore planned to return and properly explore bougie areas, specifically Marylebone, Soho, Mayfair and Hyde Park. I'm London born and bred but I realise how much I've taken the centre for granted and was only superficially familiar with these areas. I therefore began mentally planning this trip and very briefly looked up some areas on google maps, which reminded me of the street view holidays I went on in 2020. I didn't do too much however because I didn't want to spoilt it for myself, I wanted to see most of it in person with fresh eyes. That said, somewhere I came across on street view was Chiltern Street in Marylebone and it just looked so enchanting, especially the stretch that has the Chiltern Firehouse Hotel on it!
Spoiler
For reasons I won't go into, the trip to London had to happen on Saturday 1st March, come rain or shine. It wasn't fun at all putting on an alarm on a Saturday morning, I usually relish not having to set it on the weekend. But I also wanted to be in London early and it's an hour train from Oxford. Before I go into the details I want to take a moment to proclaim that this outing made me fall hard for central London again. As in obsessed, think restraining order or cease and desist energy. C. London is my side piece, my sneaky link when Mrs Moon ain't looking. Snogging with tongue is a must and vanilla sex decidedly left the whatsapp chat. She was in fact blocked and number deleted.
Aaaand we're back in the studio. I was in Paddington by 9 am and Marylebone is right next door so I went straight to Chiltern Street and it really is bougie and beautiful, street view didn't do it justice. People were even queuing to go into what looked like some kind of golf or polo sportswear shop, that's how you know an area's posh lmao. I'll also say that when I got to Paddington it was very foggy and a little cold but by the time I started to dive into Marylebone the clouds cleared and it ended up being a glorious, sunny day. Sir Sun really did me a solid that day, I'll have to speak to his line manager about a pay rise. After Chiltern Street I ambled some more throughout Marylebone, marvelling at the architecture and soaking up the rich vibes energy that oozed out of every street corner like the pus from a 3-day-old corpse. Harley Street and the surrounding area was a particular highlight. I then went down into Soho, which is only small, a tiny baby really. It's much more hippy than Marylebone, lots of street food and theatres galore.
Once that was done I gazed upon Mayfair, which was the meat and potatoes of the trip and the part I had been looking forward to the most. I entered Mayfair from the west and was starstruck by the designer shops and the incredible buildings. I chanced upon the Burlington Arcade and then moved gradually west where I began to realise I was falling in love with the whole area. Endless streets that are as pretty as a painting, but they're really quiet and peaceful too. Stunning green spaces like Grosvenor and Berkeley Squares. Tonnes of bougie and boutique cafes and restaurants that I walked past. I've already made a list of some of the most well-known and high-end restaurants there, such as Novikov, COYA, Cipriani London and Sexy Fish (urgh, Mayfair also shares my sense of humour, Sexy Fish lmfaooo). My jaw was on the floor the whole time, I was truly in paradise. Sir Sun smiled bright and it was heaven to sit for a while in Mount Street Gardens next to a cute church-like thing, and I also remember walking down a sun-soaked Aldford Street and nearly falling on my face to worship its beauty. I then continued up South Audley Street and discovered Mercato Mayfair, which is physically breathtaking and seemed to offer loads of great food as well, the perfect marriage. All of this made me realise I am romantically and sexually attracted to Mayfair. I get butterflies when I think about her, even now. It is the perfect area, Oxford street to the north, theatres and street food to the east in Soho, and Hyde Park to the west! I have decided to buy a flat or townhouse there, it will be a city escape to go to with wife and kids once a month, to enjoy the delights of the theatre, cafes and high-end restaurants. I can see it now and I was already inspecting the cafes I walked past thinking, ''yep, we'll have breakfast here on Saturday mornings''. This will happen I assure you. I also feel like it's not talked about how difficult it is having expensive tastes and not the bank account to match, is there a support group or something for this? Universe, wake up, prick your ears and hear my prayer: you will overfeed my bank account till she's fcuking obese and stars in My 300 lb Life. I can't go on without Mayfair, this isn't hyperbole at all btw.
After Mayfair I walked through Hyde Park while the glorious sun happy slapped my face all over. I exited by Kensington Palace and then walked back east through northern Knightsbridge, entering Harrods on the way. It's a bloody maze in there btw, so confusing to get round. But I was searching for the gilet and I let out a yelp when I found it, and reduced as well. This time I didn't think twice and I bought it immediately, the icing on the cake to end a perfect day. I then walked back through Mayfair to return to Paddington and I just fell in love all over again. It was golden hour of the evening by this time and walking up South Audley Street again was genuinely a religious experience as all of it was bathed in the most sublime orange light. And all the people sat outside Audley Pub with the sun shining directly on them just cemented my sexual attraction to Mayfair forever. I thought, ''this is my area and I will one day drink at that pub with the sun flashing my face too.'' That day was just fcuking perfect and I was thanking the universe and life in general so much that day lmao, like non-stop thank yous. I walked for a total of 7 hours that day, I think that’s the longest I’ve ever done on a day trip. The fact it was such a spectacularly sunny day has ruined me a little bit though because now I don’t want to return unless it’s sunny like last time. I’m going to wait until the summer to go again but this time I’ll skip Soho and might also add Notting Hill and Richmond to the schedule. It’s just everything looks better when it’s sunny.
Moving on from what could very quickly become a racy fanfic, I am currently walking through the countryside section of University Parks, which seems to be unknown to most people. Even on the most fit summer days it's empty, which is great for me of course. I'm just so bloody blessed to live in Oxford, that I have this kind of countryside literally in the city centre. I've lived here for nearly 2.5 years now and you'd think I'd be over the beauty by now but I'm not. And I don't think I ever want to be, I'm still as impressed by the place as ever. Anyway, the more manicured part of the park, (which does get full in nice weather) has lots of bluebells which are beginning to pop their heads up like they heard a bítch talk about them. I mean, tell me this isn't beautiful.
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Yes, that’s a drinking trough for cows, in central Oxford! Sadly there weren’t cows there this time and therefore no fresh cow pats. Can’t wait for the summer when there will be pats that I can poke with a stick, it’s so satisfying to break through the hard crust and reveal the gooey and wet interior. Perfect to poke a stick in and chase enemies with.
I also saw a pheasant, which is my favourite animal, it ran away and flew close by to me, such a beautiful pleasure to see this majestic creature. I was first introduced to pheasants in person in secondary school, where they roamed the school grounds and forests, and I've loved them ever since. On the way back from Uni Parks I walked past The Sheldonian which I saw a classical music concert in around Christmas of 2023:
Spoiler
The concert was based on the Epic of Gilgamesh and so I added that to my to read list. I finally got round to reading it this month and my God, the epic has genuinely changed me as a person, it's incredible. It's 4000 years old and the names in it are just so unusual but fascinating: Humbaba, Shamash, Enkidu, Ishtar, Namtar etc. It sent me on a whole rabbit hole expedition concerning Akkadian, Hurrian, cuneiform writing and so on. And the epic itself is really deep and moving, it’s about a demigod's quest for immortality and the existential crisis he has when he realises he can't achieve it and that he will have to face and go through death. This has really made me want to get back into reading regularly, but I don't have tonnes of space for books so I'm actually having to ration my reading which is quite difficult! I want to reread the Demonata series at some point too, one of my favourites.
I also think I've found my favourite ever horror film and it's actually amazing: Nosferatu (2024). It's just got everything, the sets and costumes are phenomenal, the gloomy gothic vibes are to die for and the acting is chef's snog. Particularly that of Lily-Rose Depp, she plays a mad, depressed character to absolute perfection. It's got vampires, magic and madness which are all things I lap up like a thirsty dog!
Right, I'm going to stop here because this post is a bloody mess, but so is a rotting corpse to be fair. Some maggots here, yellow oozing liquid there, a bit of rigor mortis over here, some bone and muscle showing there. Mess everywhere.
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Obsessed with Handel's The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba. Especially this motif which is repeated throughout the piece: https://youtu.be/-TGKJ9MgCOQ?t=184. Embarrassing how many times I've listened to it and played movies in my head of made up scenarios that would fit the tempo and energy.
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Sunslut, certified Starsket©️. A son I am, some sun and summer. Thirst trap threesome. Sexual bliss.
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Also hello hello, a crispy new blog. 
Reply 7
Original post by Serene Dreams
Also hello hello, a crispy new blog.
Crispy like cheese & onion McCoys, unbeatable crisps 🤤
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Reply 8
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
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Sure thing.
Reply 9
Did you delete a post on here just now? Saw one about crisps and a committee lmao on my laptop, but just closed that and now on my phone I can’t see the post? This is so bloody confusing.
Reply 10
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Did you delete a post on here just now? Saw one about crisps and a committee lmao on my laptop, but just closed that and now on my phone I can’t see the post? This is so bloody confusing.
I didn't delete them 😭😭😭😭 This is raising my blood pressure.
Reply 11
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Sort your fcuking shït out, TSR. Anyway, a small section of this ghost PM that won’t fcuking send is that I’m pretty sure I found you on 🔴it months ago. Saw a thread pop up that matched something you said and checking the prøfĩLė seemed to confirm. Two word næmê and second word is a laugh.
No I actually HATE you 😭😭😭😭😭 I am so embarrassed omg
Reply 12
Original post by Serene Dreams
I didn't delete them 😭😭😭😭 This is raising my blood pressure.
Well I really don’t know what to tell you, ma’am. I can’t see the post on mobile site so will probs respond to it tomorrow when I’m on desktop. I mean if PMs are going before a committee then I’m honestly out of here because that is too jobless and NPC for me, I’m allergic.
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Original post by Serene Dreams
No I actually HATE you 😭😭😭😭😭 I am so embarrassed omg
Why lol? From what I remember your posts were fairly normal whereas I post about witchcraft and alien channeling, I think I win for embarrassing.
Reply 14
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Why lol? From what I remember your posts were fairly normal whereas I post about witchcraft and alien channeling, I think I win for embarrassing.
OK well you can't read my oldest posts and I won't stalk yours and we have a deal. I literally ask for advice on all personal meltdowns on that account, I can't believe you found it 😭😂 It's kind of funny, actually. I think.
I am not safe on any corner of the internet from your stalking/deductive skills, rotting corpse 👀
Reply 15
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Well I really don’t know what to tell you, ma’am. I can’t see the post on mobile site so will probs respond to it tomorrow when I’m on desktop. I mean if PMs are going before a committee then I’m honestly out of here because that is too jobless and NPC for me, I’m allergic.
It's fine, you will just have to use it for blogging and we will have to use you-know-what for other stuff. Anyway, feel free to reach out on you-know-what and send 🖥️💉s of your messages.
Reply 16
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Wait, have you found me?? I haven’t stalked, I swear. You post in sůb$ I have no interest in. I just found it hilarious because I wasn’t trying to find you but on my p@ge I saw a sûß on Oxford of all places and things matched what you said in a PM about possibly møvîñğ there and I thought, “it can’t be, there’s no way”. But the other posts matched lmaoo. I don’t remember seeing any meltdown, maybe what you think is one is early career angst we all go through 😉
And yet you did not leave any advice on moving to Oxford? Hmmm. Want to use that funny angry emoji here on TSR but can't remember it's coding. And I don't know your username, don't worry. I don't think we use the same sůb$ at all 😂😭 also it's so funny to me, why is someone actively removing our posts like it's literally midnight. They need to go sleep 😭
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Original post by Rottíng Corpse
I messaged you on 🔴it just now. I feel really victimised right now. Might log on tomorrow and find I’ve been banana’d.
No no we can't have that, especially since your blogging days have started. Shall I delete all my posts? I feel like I have made your home all messy.
Reply 18
Original post by Rottíng Corpse
Nah, don’t worry. The mods reading means this blog gets more views. Don’t forget to like and subscribe, mods ✌🏻
Don't kill me 😂😂🤣 OK let me go reply to your other stuff.
Reply 19
Behold the height and glory of the clouds who smile graciously on the sun-soaked grass below. And all hail the purple blossom that wafts knee-weakening fragrance across the streets medieval 🤤😍
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