

wilson
@aceCat
hi. i'm wilson. ambiguous pronouns. autistic, bpd, adhd. but i try to be nice.
another e-mail. "dear wilson: i wish to cram you into a locker, but alas- your fuck-off horns are far too big, so i can only dream of socking you in the face." golly.
wow. that is one hell of a.. compliment????
maybe i could hang clothes or bags off of my horn. that's not a bad way to use this thing..
ouh. a headache. curiosity's sake, what are *your* tips for dealing with one?
hmm... that's twice today that i've interested trolls in my presence.. be it at their residence or my own.
as i sit here, reading through this book with a stern expression on my face. it's here that i remember- i don't even like this book.
hatemail in my inbox, courtesy of a literature forum page. "i cannot tell you how badly i want to hit you with a hammer or some other object"
tea is such a wonderful thing to look forward to.
and here, another e-mail, from an anonymous account. "burn"
now don't let my distinguished disposition fool you. i too have been known to "funk it up".
here we have an e-mail from a very dissatisfied person. "hi wilson. you are an absolute goon and i hope you die. please step directly into the sun." pleasant.
though perhaps it's not too far fetched to say that thoughts like that are exactly why i am lonely.
last night i sat awake with a book in hand, thinking about the possibility of a universe where everything is slightly oak scented. i'm not sure why- something to keep the lonely pan occupied.
actually on second thought i'll just get off this train and walk hive at the next stop.
on a related note, get me off of this train, immediately.
why did this random clown- unprovoked- say they would absolutely give me an "eyeball crucible"?








