I Do Not Appreciate How My Brain Functions On Both Cat Logic And Vampire Logic. You Need To Invite Me

I do not appreciate how my brain functions on both cat logic and vampire logic. You need to invite me to talk or look at you or exist, until you don’t and I never shut up and get offended that you’d let me yap that long

Thinking about the time a few friends and I were dancing on stage in our school’s auditorium for funzies before the middle schoolers we were being stage crew for got there and then they started an active shooter drill (yee-haw) and we ran to the girl’s dressing room (one girl, one enby, and two boys) and we hid behind props and under costumes and quietly played Taylor Swift while pooping ourselves because we could hear the fake intruders walking around and the announcements kept coming on and saying they were getting closer to the auditorium THAT WE WERE IN

Then it ended and we went back to dancing and the middle schoolers showed up

I just want three other people to do that lil’ part in the Russian sailor dance with. Is that too much to ask??

I feel like the, “Please don’t talk to me; I just ate glass,” guy right now and it is NOT tickityboo

I met a goat yesterday. She looks like Baphomet. She is a mother. She is shedding weirdly. She is an introvert. She likes waffle cones. Her name is Vampy. I would kill for her.