My days were fucking so hectic that I literally forgot my panties were the same for like two days straight, lol. And I even didn't recall my lock password and got so stressed for a few hours. Is it amnesia?? Lol may be. Then something clicked, and I realized it's actually a *never-forgettable* one...ie, *HeyMorons*.
The days were hectic, of course, but my mind wasn’t. It was running at 0.5x speed, trying to find a way to escape my responsibilities. When you're super passionate about what you do, that’s how it feels, lol. By the way, being hectic doesn't mean u could keep the finger outta scrolling the reels (porn ya whatever) and wasting the time.
The clinic days are sooper cool, U w'd thank the dork creator who made a clinic day. I cursed him in all the possible ways I could- under my breathe n under my undies. Ladies in late 70s who visits the hospital are so adorable.(chooo chweet, that if I had a hammer wid me, may be I would have been a prisoner in no tym) One among them asked me to show her my medical degree n other yelled at me for the *pharmacies not providing her medicines without a doctors prescription*. GODDAMN SHIT!! GET LOST OUT OF MY WAY- said my inner voice, with just a sly smile on my lips. Note down___ I'm not that green true who could take the curses with a true smile. Its just a fake one.
One of my other hobbies is scrolling through Pinterest and getting "motivated" by memes (not now, oops). Later, I realized they’re just as useless as those 5-minute craft videos on YouTube - you’ll never get it done in a lifetime, lol. I’m just tryna survive, so I’m good being the way I am.
Recently, I heard someone in beta say, "Ladyyy... you come here, post a few erotic gifs, say hi and hello, few convos n then vanish to your hub... No drama." I replied, lol, once I thought replying to all that crap might earn me an Oscar, but later found that Oscar in my pit. So, I dropped the idea. Wishing all the ladies n gentle men who tags the owners n admins the very spot they log in, in hope of an Oscar!! U w'd soon find it inside a pit.
Yet another thing that I noticed was- there are a few people who wants to get noticed. N there are a few who wants to stay silent. Fallen in b/w, i talk a lot. Blah Blah..!! Yet the thing is..... what I say, I never bother to understand (same as that of this thread, why the holy shit this thread is for??) Still, there is no ill will whatever- hence its fyn.
Anyway, I figured out two types of cookies (kinda bug) in people. One’s filled and the other’s raw. The one with fillings (the cookies) are way too dangerous. They say one thing, act another, and pretend to have your back while stabbing u. Shhh, some there exist that one moron in every place, who could pierce you ass so fyn. Less fancy, no drama, just straight-up real r the second party. I know quite a few souls. They do their business, have their booties dusted off, n move frm yr way. Also I realized one big takeaway. U donn need drama to prove you're a good person. Lol, nobody’s perfect. Least of all me. The less effort u put into showing off, the classier you seem.
Honestly, my posting rate has dropped a lot. I admit, during the first 3 months of ZoZo, I thought having points would get you a crown and a hamper full of dildos for the holes to wink. Later, I saw the effort people put in just to outscore each other, and it's kinda funny watching strays fight for the leftover crumbs. But hey, I enjoy it. Have your points, N have yr wows for me, I don't even count your likes or dislikes. So goes your place.
OOoo wait, I'm draining all my energy n words in this single post, lemme store it for the next post lol. I remember how the children in my school days conclude their assembly words-- *I would like to conclude my speech by saying that once a moron is always a moron*. oh my goshh!!
Anyways, I pulled off my 2 days old panties, spread open the legs, started the tab, n watched the porn- fingers moving perfectly fyn over the clits. (Being toooo real, I did!!) After all, orgasm matters. Fuck the tension off, take yr tym n most importantly have yr day productively!! No one cares for u, more than u do.
(Even If u skipped the parts, warm chuggles.. don't waste your time reading scraps)
Thanks
Neptune
The days were hectic, of course, but my mind wasn’t. It was running at 0.5x speed, trying to find a way to escape my responsibilities. When you're super passionate about what you do, that’s how it feels, lol. By the way, being hectic doesn't mean u could keep the finger outta scrolling the reels (porn ya whatever) and wasting the time.
The clinic days are sooper cool, U w'd thank the dork creator who made a clinic day. I cursed him in all the possible ways I could- under my breathe n under my undies. Ladies in late 70s who visits the hospital are so adorable.(chooo chweet, that if I had a hammer wid me, may be I would have been a prisoner in no tym) One among them asked me to show her my medical degree n other yelled at me for the *pharmacies not providing her medicines without a doctors prescription*. GODDAMN SHIT!! GET LOST OUT OF MY WAY- said my inner voice, with just a sly smile on my lips. Note down___ I'm not that green true who could take the curses with a true smile. Its just a fake one.
One of my other hobbies is scrolling through Pinterest and getting "motivated" by memes (not now, oops). Later, I realized they’re just as useless as those 5-minute craft videos on YouTube - you’ll never get it done in a lifetime, lol. I’m just tryna survive, so I’m good being the way I am.
Recently, I heard someone in beta say, "Ladyyy... you come here, post a few erotic gifs, say hi and hello, few convos n then vanish to your hub... No drama." I replied, lol, once I thought replying to all that crap might earn me an Oscar, but later found that Oscar in my pit. So, I dropped the idea. Wishing all the ladies n gentle men who tags the owners n admins the very spot they log in, in hope of an Oscar!! U w'd soon find it inside a pit.
Yet another thing that I noticed was- there are a few people who wants to get noticed. N there are a few who wants to stay silent. Fallen in b/w, i talk a lot. Blah Blah..!! Yet the thing is..... what I say, I never bother to understand (same as that of this thread, why the holy shit this thread is for??) Still, there is no ill will whatever- hence its fyn.
Anyway, I figured out two types of cookies (kinda bug) in people. One’s filled and the other’s raw. The one with fillings (the cookies) are way too dangerous. They say one thing, act another, and pretend to have your back while stabbing u. Shhh, some there exist that one moron in every place, who could pierce you ass so fyn. Less fancy, no drama, just straight-up real r the second party. I know quite a few souls. They do their business, have their booties dusted off, n move frm yr way. Also I realized one big takeaway. U donn need drama to prove you're a good person. Lol, nobody’s perfect. Least of all me. The less effort u put into showing off, the classier you seem.
Honestly, my posting rate has dropped a lot. I admit, during the first 3 months of ZoZo, I thought having points would get you a crown and a hamper full of dildos for the holes to wink. Later, I saw the effort people put in just to outscore each other, and it's kinda funny watching strays fight for the leftover crumbs. But hey, I enjoy it. Have your points, N have yr wows for me, I don't even count your likes or dislikes. So goes your place.
OOoo wait, I'm draining all my energy n words in this single post, lemme store it for the next post lol. I remember how the children in my school days conclude their assembly words-- *I would like to conclude my speech by saying that once a moron is always a moron*. oh my goshh!!
Anyways, I pulled off my 2 days old panties, spread open the legs, started the tab, n watched the porn- fingers moving perfectly fyn over the clits. (Being toooo real, I did!!) After all, orgasm matters. Fuck the tension off, take yr tym n most importantly have yr day productively!! No one cares for u, more than u do.
(Even If u skipped the parts, warm chuggles.. don't waste your time reading scraps)
Thanks
Neptune
in case of typos never mind,
