CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day sixty-three. My 'I' count was wrong which means it's probably been wrong for weeks. Fuck.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day sixty-one. Lisa's packing for an offcollab with her Encore genmates. I think they should all arm themselves with California-non-compliant weapons and spring Chai from prison.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day sixty. Given Lisa's propensity for cliffwalking she might be a goat.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day fifty-seven. Her roommate is fostering kittens. CHAI SHOULD BE THERE TO HELP.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day fifty-five. She's never heard of The Cask of Amontillado. I was going to say that Edgar Allan Poe and Alan Parsons were furiously roiling in their graves but apparently the latter is still kicking around.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day fifty-three. She quit her job at McDonald's after an hour to pursue her dream of being a rock star.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day fifty-one. I have decided that when I (hopefully do not) hit day 100 I'm going to tag out. This is not me forsaking The Prophet Chai, but only making my prayers more private.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day forty-six. Surely this ritualpost won't be cast into the test server ether like #29.
CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAFUJI LISA day forty-five. I hope she gets her cat back before I run out of profile posting space.
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