today i had dinner at my favorite little hole in the wall mexican restaurant and as i was leaving i made sure to hold the door for an older lady behind me and as i stood outside getting my uber figured out the lady walked back up to me very nervously and said “you’re gonna think i’m a crazy lady but it was just put upon my spirit to tell you this: you’re god’s favorite” and she continued to apologetically tell me how she doesn’t know what it means but she was compelled to tell me that i’m god’s favorite. basically what im saying is so long suckers
this would’ve been normal portland crazy behavior but i wasn’t in portland and she was just totally normal. except that she couldn’t ignore the voice of god telling her to tell me i’m his favorite
SO mean that i have to make content of my own ocs. cruel that i can't just beam what's in my brain onto paper or something
Having moment where I think so hard about fictional character but there is no new content and I don’t feel like doing anything so I am just sitting here vibrating at maximum speed rotating said character in my mind
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