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I haven't updated in a while, which may be remiss of me. It occurs to me that we humans, being social creatures, like to run rough simulations in our heads of the people we know so that we can predict their behaviour, feel empathy, etc. So here is some relevant data for your Chris simulator:
*Beth and I broke up a few weeks ago. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about this.
*My Birthday party was fantastic. I would like to thank everyone who came for coming, especially those who weren't feeling 100%, and I would especially like to thank you all for looking so utterly fabulous. You really all are beautiful people, and although as I write that I know it to be true in the deeper sense of the word, I also mean it in the shallower sense of being really, really aesthetically pleasing.
*I really should be doing my History essay right now.
*A long time ago, there may have stood in this very spot a creature whose head weighed more than my entire body but whose brain weighed less than my left testicle. Whose kin's time upon this earth was an age compared to the split second of our own. Whose footprints and eating habits shaped the landscape, and whose cry would have shivered your bones, except that you could never have been around to hear it.
*I have funny facial hair.
*Beth and I broke up a few weeks ago. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about this.
*My Birthday party was fantastic. I would like to thank everyone who came for coming, especially those who weren't feeling 100%, and I would especially like to thank you all for looking so utterly fabulous. You really all are beautiful people, and although as I write that I know it to be true in the deeper sense of the word, I also mean it in the shallower sense of being really, really aesthetically pleasing.
*I really should be doing my History essay right now.
*A long time ago, there may have stood in this very spot a creature whose head weighed more than my entire body but whose brain weighed less than my left testicle. Whose kin's time upon this earth was an age compared to the split second of our own. Whose footprints and eating habits shaped the landscape, and whose cry would have shivered your bones, except that you could never have been around to hear it.
*I have funny facial hair.
