If I didn't have myself friended, I couldn't add myself to my filters. And that would be sad.
You would be locked away from your true inner self. Like the Hulk and those people on Oprah.
But who knows?
The button people, who make the buttons and secretly laugh at us. I used to want to be a button person when I grew up. Like Data on Star Trek.
That makes the most sense to me.
Especially because when it started peeling you could scrape it off with your fingernails and like another one right back on there.
They seem to have done a pretty good job of applying it in the same general area
*blinks* applying what now? All I can think of is being applied to DB's general areas, now. And the non-general areas, too.
And that Mike is much skinnier than Dave.
And looks nothing like him. SMG's double was not of the same body type either. (Not of the same as SMG's. Not of the same as DB's either, come to think of it.)
I say, "Go you."
I just have this fear that B/A deities will visit me one day soon now that I have voiced this confession and take away my special B/A hat and bonnet. And . . . dude, it's a pretty hat.
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Wit, my Ohio!
If I didn't have myself friended, I couldn't add myself to my filters. And that would be sad.
You would be locked away from your true inner self. Like the Hulk and those people on Oprah.
But who knows?
The button people, who make the buttons and secretly laugh at us. I used to want to be a button person when I grew up. Like Data on Star Trek.
That makes the most sense to me.
Especially because when it started peeling you could scrape it off with your fingernails and like another one right back on there.
They seem to have done a pretty good job of applying it in the same general area
*blinks* applying what now? All I can think of is being applied to DB's general areas, now. And the non-general areas, too.
And that Mike is much skinnier than Dave.
And looks nothing like him. SMG's double was not of the same body type either. (Not of the same as SMG's. Not of the same as DB's either, come to think of it.)
I say, "Go you."
I just have this fear that B/A deities will visit me one day soon now that I have voiced this confession and take away my special B/A hat and bonnet. And . . . dude, it's a pretty hat.