Whenever I used to play robot unicorn attack I had this whole other side plot going on in my head. I pretended that the obstacle course thing was the most popular sport for unicorns and a really big deal to everyone. The one I was playing as, was new to the school and in gym class they had to do the course. my unicorn was a natural at it but didn’t try in class cause they were shy, but then snuck into the school at night and used the obstacle course and beat everyone’s high score and then got caught by the gym coach. So the coach made my unicorn join the team and train really hard instead of a punishment. Then everyone was awed and in love with my unicorn cause my unicorn was winning all the tournaments and won new computers for the school.
I’m a bit of a hypochondriac because I think part of me hopes for there to be something wrong with me, something terminal. The idea of living until I’m 80 is exhausting.
So I think I might make a twitter…but am I funny enough? Yes. Do I actually want to succumb and have another social media account? Maybe. Do I have time for a twitter? No. I think I’m gonna make one… Should I cross over to the dark side?
I may or may not be drinking a margarita four loco out of a wine glass, which is definitely the best four loco out there.
But this is just all up in the air.