My thoughts as I navigate NuK lately...

"You don't follow me but I follow you?" Fuck you then. Not really, unless...

x13 if you're an author trying to build your brand. Fine, I don't like you now either. I'm boring and shouldn't be "in the black" on your blog... and you're a jerk. *unfollow* and no more individual clicks from me. Sorry, #BitchKinja.

Seriously? Not gray/grays? What is this even? I mean, this is GT.. we're just hanging out and... #BitchKinja

Add yours. I know you have 'em.

ETA: Do you follow me and I don't follow you? Tellllllll me, I probably just never saw your follow!

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No, that's not the ACK edit... This is: TW Spider update... This was just crawling up my motherfucking leg while I was kinjabitching. I STOP. I GIVE UP. I'M SORRY. IO LOVE YOU KINJA. This is a goddamned brown recluse, and as I sat perusing GT, sitting cross-legged with my laptop on my lap I saw something out of the corner of my eye. My ancient Dell laptop survived but I may be dead, not sure. It's like the 5 finger death punch - the fear may get me any time... THIS bitch (not this actual bitch, the actual bitch seemed to survive my "OMG OMG OMG, KILL IT, SWAT IT, JUMP AND CRY" attack and is somewhere IN MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW), probably stalking me on Nick Denton's behalf.

So, trigger warnings issued, this is what was crawling on my goddamned (jeans clad, thank GODS) leg...