
“Heh. Have you ever thought maybe cakes were evil? Cause they make the forks go crazy—” don’t even worry about cannibalism the writing is straight up dogshit. What is this victim blaming ass convo. AND CAN HE STOP LICKING HIS FINGERS AFTER EVERY STEP?? IT LIKE THOSE ‘MALE COOKING THIRSTRAPS WHERE THEYRE HUMPING THE BREAD’ ALL OVER AGAIN
The uke is for the people who’s defining trait in school was ‘the artist’. I was the art kid throughout public school. If I wasn’t the best drawer then there was nothing special about me. Then you go to art school where everyone you meet was that art kid. You’ve rationalized your self worth and decided that people should think about your art and not you and you should know that’s not true and your self worth is not stored in the things you produce (you’re not a capital serving machine). Also don’t feel bad about complaining.