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Full of salt and some sugar => because you know, gotta balance it all out somehow.
Wtb bf will pay one whole gold.*
*note: I'm memeing
About me:
I'm Shrubbs // 26 (birthday is Jan. 26) // f // 100% dead inside
I'm a gamer grill, I'm a George Foreman grill specifically if you're wondering what kinda grill I am. My favorite game is Silent Hill 2. I'm an adult who needs an adultier adult. Send help.
I also love to self-deprecate, because who needs haters when you hate yourself the most?
Monika's writing tip of the day:

My stupid face:


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So, this is the part where we "bump" into each other early in the morning, and the item I was holding is thrown at you - by accident, of course - and shatters into a thousand and one pieces exactly. Surprised and upset, you go on about how you're covered with dust as I run off. Now what was the item I was holding? It might have been an revival item. You know, to bring you back to life (inner)!
By the way, we have a Swedish TV interview session to attend next week!
So the fans have been asking for a story about an alternate reality where we switch our salt & sugar dynamic; in other words, you're sugar, and I'm salt. In this alternate reality, you're about to start your first semester of college and full of hope and energy, whereas I'm embittered and resentful towards you. That's pretty much the whole basis of the story. We need to brainstorm ideas!
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This is the part where time is fast forwarded to the future where I'm an elderly piggy being interviewed about - who else? - you! Naturally, I'd be telling the interviewer about the adventures we had and all the tribulations we faced before you ascended to Goddesshood! Good times! In order to supplement my income, I sell pics and stuff featuring and from you. What?! You're busy being a Goddess!
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Before we shoot this scene, a little info. Okay, think social values from the 1920s. And...ACTION!!
This is the part where you're sneaking back home after a night of partying, or at least you think you are. Instead of returning home to everyone asleep, our folks are waiting for you with arms crossed and unhappy expressions on their faces. Naturally, you'd think someone informed them of your supposedly secret night time partying. Could it had been your darling older brother (me), the bratty younger sister who's jealous of you, or an evil uncle?
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