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Huh, Girl Memes, and Commons: Babe: What that mouth do? Me: Complain. I've been doing alright as of late, but I'm still paranoid at every sound I hear. As I started writing this, the wind picked up, and I can hear rain hitting the roof, getting harder by the minute. Looks like that weather warning wasn't entirely bullshit, huh? So, I took my dogs up to the shower to do their business, as one of you suggested-I'll edit this after publishing it with his-her username. I haven't gone upstairs yet, but I have nothing else to report, and I don't want to give you a half-assed update, so I'm going to go take a gander out the window and document what I see as I see it. I just went upstairs. I think I'll take the box of Samoas down with me when a go back down. Hell, I'll take the Samoas AND the Thin Mints. Desperate times call for desperate measures. As you maybe can tell, humor is how I deal with stress. Unhealthy, I know, but whatever. It is what it is. I just went to the window. I don't see anything, but the neighbor's window is still very broken. The street is very dark and all the lights are very off. Now it's raining, though-the streets are overflowing with water, almost, and--there, the first flash of lightning. Thunder came immediately. The storm's right over us. Right over our little town. The girl doesn't seem to be outside anymore, but I'll be keeping my eyes open. Weird, after that first lightning strike, the sky's lighting up every few seconds. Like I said, nobody around here, including me, is very informed on severe weather, seeing as it never comes our way, but I'm pretty sure that isn't common. Okay, I just-what the fuck? Okay, the neighbor's door just opened. The one with the broken window. Nobody's there, though. Must've been the wind. I hope he noticed. Come to think of it, maybe I should give him a call and see how he's doing. We used to talk sometimes, after all. It would be nice to hear from someone going through the same shit. Wait. to be continued...
Huh, Girl Memes, and Commons: Babe: What that mouth do?
 Me: Complain.
I've been doing alright as of late, but I'm still paranoid at every sound I hear. As I started writing this, the wind picked up, and I can hear rain hitting the roof, getting harder by the minute. Looks like that weather warning wasn't entirely bullshit, huh? So, I took my dogs up to the shower to do their business, as one of you suggested-I'll edit this after publishing it with his-her username. I haven't gone upstairs yet, but I have nothing else to report, and I don't want to give you a half-assed update, so I'm going to go take a gander out the window and document what I see as I see it. I just went upstairs. I think I'll take the box of Samoas down with me when a go back down. Hell, I'll take the Samoas AND the Thin Mints. Desperate times call for desperate measures. As you maybe can tell, humor is how I deal with stress. Unhealthy, I know, but whatever. It is what it is. I just went to the window. I don't see anything, but the neighbor's window is still very broken. The street is very dark and all the lights are very off. Now it's raining, though-the streets are overflowing with water, almost, and--there, the first flash of lightning. Thunder came immediately. The storm's right over us. Right over our little town. The girl doesn't seem to be outside anymore, but I'll be keeping my eyes open. Weird, after that first lightning strike, the sky's lighting up every few seconds. Like I said, nobody around here, including me, is very informed on severe weather, seeing as it never comes our way, but I'm pretty sure that isn't common. Okay, I just-what the fuck? Okay, the neighbor's door just opened. The one with the broken window. Nobody's there, though. Must've been the wind. I hope he noticed. Come to think of it, maybe I should give him a call and see how he's doing. We used to talk sometimes, after all. It would be nice to hear from someone going through the same shit. Wait. to be continued...

I've been doing alright as of late, but I'm still paranoid at every sound I hear. As I started writing this, the wind picked up, and I can h...