Genuinely I don’t even know what to put here. Anyway, bonjour mesdames et messieurs, I am Suffering meth. I am a 20 year old French-American gay man (birthday: 8/23) with an interest in fashion design and sewing, as well as writing.
I used to be quite good at a theoretically decentish bot schedule but that was before I started working 2 jobs for even the slightest amount to actually live (god bless this country before it actually burns down).
Don’t test my patience tho, I won’t start anything that doesn’t need to be started. So if there are any complaints that you may have regarding bots, scheduling, or anything like that, spout your mouth off to somebody else because I don’t give a shit.
“Open the door, or I’m gonna throw rocks through your window you dumb ✨ ✨”
6/the number between 6 & 8
Expensive services are... well, expensive. And not ever
"Get 69 points and you might even be able to take me home~"
5/7
New job opens up at the local pizzeria for a night security guard. Nothing about it seems that pe
“Tender is the flesh... tenderer is mine.”
4/7
Intern therapist, you have a rather particular client. While he seems collected in most senses, the mention of any
“Yeah, I’m a busy man, I wouldn’t let you come into my calander any night.”
Loving partners are cute right? I mean, to those who have one. Judging from the fact that y
“Alright everyone, gird your loins!”
It seems that nobody knows what the hell they are doing today, worse than usual. Yet everyone was slacking off at the same time. L