if you can't take the heat

get outta my kitchen.

i feel like i don't ask for anything that i wouldn't do or give in return. that is like my golden rule of friendship. i will always want to hear your truth, and i will always give you mine. i want to hear about your shit and tell you about mine, and no guilt. everyone and their mother has some guilt complex about something, but the benefit of being a human is that you can recognize and understand things like that and change if you so choose, and choose!

i dunno.
anyway. if i seem harsh at times, just be harsh back.
now you know why i mimic faces all the time. i'm just trying to give back what you've given me. cause i love you. and hate you. and love you again.

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next post will recount the dream i had this morning where hobag and i were working on a secret language, when all of the sudden i was back in a dream i have had already in which nora and i are kidnapped by a restauranteur who is also a yakuza in japan, and we have to escape death by performing a number of secret rituals. luckily, i had already had this dream, so i knew what to do.