wut.
This is what I’m writing in your yearbook :)
Also my brain borked. everywhere.
Madame-
I am not a potato. That is an outrageous accusation. Nor, am I related to your guinea pig which you continuously claim, that in itself is based on ill founded logic, but even more so; we aren’t even the same species. I’d also really prefer if your Grandmother, Gertrude, would stop calling me asking how you are doing. She is under the impression that her ‘Snuggly-Boo-Bop’ is living under my roof. This, is false as well. Now I do realize this is getting a bit winded, so I will only state one more thing: your teddy bear has been found in my house. But I’m almost 100% sure it is haunted as it appears in my room nearly every night at around 9:58pm, which gives me a serious case of the willies.
All the best.
—Some very odd person on Reddit. (ME)
P.S. - I am perfectly sane.
If I hang a Toms shoe flag in my room will I be accepted into society
no.
Ok good because I’m not doing that shit
I am genuinely concerned with my cognitive faculty now that I’ve decided that this scene is going into my AmStud Final Project.


