No, that's pretty much standard reyler fare.

oh makes sense 

HERESY *dyes ye plaid*

excuse me

Your reply boxes down at home?

 

Reyler is teh Reyler. You don't deny it. You don't deny her her fun. You just accept. 

 

 

And throw the alcohol in her eyes. 

*does so* 

*enjoys the burning sensation*

 

If I get a cut or something at work I'll sterilize it with rubbing alcohol even if it doesn't need it because I like the sensation.

o_O

 

O_o


You know what's a good sensation? Sleeping. 

it would be except for when I have dreams about screwing things up at my job and then also I wake up with a sore everything.

A sore?

 

Oi. I had a bad dream I was getting fired.  

A sore everything, as opposed to a sore shoulder, etc.

 

My work-related stress dreams usually revolve around customers showing up to pick up orders that I had completely forgotten to make. Doesn't help that usually when I wake from those ones that it leaves that bit of dreamspace where you're not entirely certain how much of it was dream fakery.

i suppose i should be thankful i dont remember my dreams

Time to go pay bills. *sigh* 

 

 

When you start to question if you really did forget something, and then start freaking out? Yea, those suck. 

Spud's off to work the corner, eh? *alerts the vice squad*

 

 

Werk it. Wuuuuuurk it. 

*the streetlamp commits suicide in protest*

It's dark in here.

 

 

And this can get really confusing when I'm shaving. 

 

 

Locke, did Reyler take your eyes again? Did you ask for legs? 

Looks like your image committed suicide, too!

Eh? It's still there...

you know your siggy is weird ed

It's an evil, angry monkey man.  

 

 

I like weird.  

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Come support us.  

*Poofs back*

Thorkin! 

 

Yo! 

How's yer Easter? 

it was okay. It rained a bunch and people were grumpy for a holiday. *shudders* I got to have some Szechuan shrimp though.