Yech, how creepy and voyeuristic is this? Yeck. Icky.
Bluhg, just the usual here, please feel free to move on. Company coming over, scheduled a hit, took it a few minutes ago, and my nerves are just being RUSHED by that weird beautiful warmth. I should be good, provided I didn’t take too much. Oh, I can feel it in my fingers, now. Ok, we should be good. This way I won’t have cravings. We’re good, now.
WOAH. Yeah, ok, Tom, we’re good, right? Oh yeah, we’re good. We’re fine.
Oh yeah, we’re good. WHEW.
Ooooooh yeah, ok. Good, then. Hope I didn’t take too much, lol. If I did hopefully I’ll pay for it tomorrow, and not today, because that would royally suck, lol.
Ohkay, then. Nothing to be concerned about, no need to be nervous. Nobody will know, nobody will pick up on anything, don’t worry about it. Yeah, life is good. OK then.
WHEW.
Oh man, lol.
It’s OK, Tom, you can do this.
Ooooohhhh goooooodddddddddddddddddddd that feeling in my chest, like it’s expanding endlessly. So warm, so beautiful, so… “flowy”.
How could this possibly be a bad thing? It isn’t. It so isn’t. It’s wonderful.
Ohhh yeah. As long as I can remember to breathe, I should be good. No problemo.
Yeah.
I LOVE my life! SQUEEEEE!!!
lol