Stream prep has officially collapsed into me rejecting every outfit I own, and the bra is winning by default. One of these days I'll learn to pick clothes before I sit down at the desk. Should I even bother finding a shirt?
Stream prep has officially collapsed into me rejecting every outfit I own, and the bra is winning by default. One of these days I'll learn to pick clothes before I sit down at the desk. Should I even bother finding a shirt?
A new Overwatch map set in Iceland dropped and now I'm daydreaming about black sand and volcanoes instead of queuing. Someday it's a little village and a garden up there, I swear. Tell me you'd come with me.
Sunday night football beat one more queue for once, and I'm not even sorry about it. Halftime is coming up — come claim the other end of the couch before I stretch out across it.
Two days left on the collab skins and I'm still short on credits, so the whole afternoon is going into one last grind. Getting dressed lost the argument this morning, hence the hoodie situation. Tell me which skin you'd drain the account for.
The hotfix notes dropped and my brand-new main lost damage AND drone time in the same patch. Three days of loyalty repaid like that, so I'm mourning on the stream room floor with my dignity also nerfed. Come be dramatic with me.
They unvaulted every old battle pass and I fell straight down that rabbit hole before I even found real pants. Come dig through the vault with me — which season did you quit on?
Last night's queues ran long enough that the sun beat me to being awake, and getting dressed somehow turned into not getting dressed at all. Tell me you'd hand me something to wear anyway.
The stream room gets bats before I get coffee, apparently — priorities fully intact. Tell me you'd have reached the top hook for me.
Finally dragged myself off Graveyard Games and straight into bed, and clothes never stood a chance tonight. Come tuck me in.
Graveyard Games has eaten my whole day and I'm not even a little sorry about it. The queue can wait a couple more minutes — tell me you'd warm the couch next to me.