Quote (Poonisher @ Apr 29 2020 09:27am)
I'm picturing a fat slob. Not obese, but like pushing 225 at around 6 foot, barely any muscle.
Computer desk completely cluttered in last weeks dishes and empty beer cans.
Your computer chair is made of fabric, and its old. So old that its permanently got the smell of your farts infused into it.
Cans of mountain dew with cigarette butts hanging on for dear life.
It smells of urine and feces.
You can hear mom cleaning upstairs.
Why does she always have to vacuum at noon. Doesn't she know you're trying to get some sleep?
cool novel, can see it from space. love how you stopped quoting me, it's like you dont want me to come back here and keep rubbing it in hahahahaha