No matter how I ask, you’re never gonna say what the fuck it is, are ya?
Hahahaha answer for the world, Ichthus. Go on!
Fuck. Anyway. Yes thanks.
Good luck with your projects. Consider what Insaid about the id, though I doubt you will, cause that’s the way she goes if anything has proven law. But just in case it pops up in a dream.
Back to the motherfucking cocksucking godrotten fuck pen.
You never asked, and I have no idea what the F it is you never asked about.
or do you mean this?…
I previously said sober, honest, loyal, tender. Guess you’re deaf, or seeing how long I keep replying to an intentional repellant. This is still bullshit:
Serious doesn’t look like saying you took her back to your apartment (after asking), and then saying that shit^^.
Plus, you went from saying she was a unicorn to saying she was just some girl.
She was entirely made up and none of this ever happened.
You manufactured a crisis… cuz why???
…and somehow, I’m still replying to this and haven’t muted it.
Esplain yourself.
If you asked her out to your apartment AND she works with you, that’s basically two strikes out of three. Maybe she doesn’t wanna be a windup toy that loses her job for another windup toy?
If she and the job even exist, of course.
I’m no longer sure if you are trolling on purpose or actually think you read this. Could you please quote it.
She can be both.
Again I can’t tell if this is conscious trollery, kookiness, or an honest mistake. Please quote.
Nope.
I remember what I remember.
Here there may be some reality. But I can’t fucking tell, and I don’t know what to do if it’s this.
It could be she really doesn’t think much of me and then I would be intruding with all my shit, unwanted approach from a man. Would rather fucking die.
You got an initial yes. Find another job, ask again. When you look back on your life, you won’t feel like a schmuck.
She’s not a toy to me. I would like to get ro know her, and maybe one day ask her to marry me.
One can’t very well walknup and fuckimg say that can one. I also can’t really get to know a person through work chit chat. But she won’t see me out of work.
Shit is motherfucking exasperating.
Yeah, maybe it’s as simple as this.
One can after one finds a different job.
Really? Hahahaha just drop that shit on her?
I’ll scare rhe shit out of her.
You already asked her to your apartment and she said yes initially.
Get a freaking clue.
Yeah fuck it I’m getting another job.
…unless of course she doesn’t exist, the job doesn’t exist, OR they both exist and you actually did take her to your apartment and it was that dirty when she saw it.
It’s clean now goddamnit.
Yeah and now I can like, be cool with her again.
I wasn’t a jerk or anything. But I was avoiding her.
Low level game. Like you said. Get another job. Pre ask her to marry me.
I couldn’t live with that gash on my side, if I thought it was over.
But I think you may be right. And she is worth bleeding over.
What she wasn’t, or I wasn’t, was worth intrudi- anyway.
She is a unicorn. A seventeenillion. I admit it.