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Weekly entry #3 || Whoops! I forgot. || 03_June_2025

Sorry to the 2.5 people who were anxiously waiting for this. Monday was busy and I forgot to write!

So Anyway, What Happened To Me This Week?

  • Crashed

Kabooom!! πŸ€Έβ€β™‚οΈπŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

  • Burned

Yeeeouch!πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸš’ weewooweewooweewoo

  • Got back up

I always do! Spent some time in nature, I think it cured me. I also uh, took care of some of my problems... that might've helped too.

  • Tried ube ice cream

Really good stuff! Unbelievably purple! Unfortunately it's not a common flavor around here, so I've gotta track down the ice cream truck I got it from lol.

two purple ube flavored ice cream cones displayed in a glass dish on a white background

  • Started writing an awful short story (I haven't seriously written in years!)

I don't know when it'll be done or if I'll ever post it anywhere, but it's a chronological logbook of the same relationship from two different perspectives. It's about a sentient robot, parasocial relationships, ethics, sandwiches, and one awful human being... (perspectives are hard). One of the characters likes to write poetry in some of his entries (even harder... I write PROSE dammit!) I also want it to be a really uncomfortable/slightly disturbing read, which is even HARDER for me AAAh! I hate not being good at things from the get-go!!! Ρ‰(γ‚œγƒ­γ‚œΡ‰)

a drawing of a white man with a yellow shirt, glasses, and black unkempt hair standing slouched in a profile position. The thought bubble reads "I will be in your bushes."a drawing of a white man with a yellow shirt, glasses, and black unkempt hair sitting close to a vintage tv. The tv is displaying a picture of a smiling man with hair covering his eyesa drawing of a white man with sunglasses, a fishing vest and hat, and black unkempt hair looking at the camera and giving a slight smilea drawing of a sunburned white man with a tank top and unkempt black hair. He looks sad

But yeah, that's about it. Here's an excerpt from the poetry I forced myself to write:


"i never noticed the Beams

until i was wanting for Sun

in a dusty room, a tinny radio

letting me know just what i was missing."

O.D.


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