I’m sick so you should probably check in to see if I die or not. I didn’t ever give anyone my login so if anyone starts posting as me make sure they aren’t calling themselves Arcadia or Acadia E1nstein. The staff is tricky and think if they can pretend I am alive they will eventually find my gold. KEEP DREAMING!
Oh, and here’s a 90s song. *craps self, shivers and cries for an hour*
You must really feel awful sobe this is the shortest Friday Nineties essay I recall. I hope it’s not Ebola. These ladies come from musical royalty. Which, like real royal families, are batshit crazy.
It is definitely ebola. And get an avatar. It is my dying wish.
The No Avatar avatar is bigger and has the most boobs, so it is clearly the most important avatar.