gossip_guy
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I don't even know where to begin...
Ruby offers up some stray piece of burnt rubble and says it's a chocolate digestive biscuit (VARRY VEGAN because she's AHLWHEYS VEGAN...unless she's eating honey, buying wool, dining at Five Guys, etc.).
Now, assuming this inedible-looking chunk of shite is actually food...did she eat this edges first like a psychopath? And why has she just placed the remaining piece directly onto the perpetually grimy insect graveyard she calls a desk?
The chair has returned to her desk. Ruby has simply elected to cover all the stains and gaping holes in the fabric with some unwashed throws instead of, y'know, buying a comfortable office chair that won't mangle her spine if she's spending all day sat at a desk.
Ruby can't stop living a life of lies and delusional fantasy.
She claims she's going to read Jane Austen's Emma, learn a language, learn a new tune on the piano (implying she already knows some tunes, which...nah), plan a trip to America (with mummy and daddy, of course) and finish and edit another new book.
She's claimed many times before that she hates Austen, so that's a wise use of her pretend time. And by "full edit of said book", I assume she just means "run it through the spell-checker once and call it a day".
"Enjoy the approach of Autumn and the beauty of August."
"I am lucky to be here - every day, alive and breathing," she writes, as she continues to starve herself to death.
She claims she's more likely to be ambitious and proactive if she plans far in advance, which has never been the case for her ever.
In case you were wondering if the majority of this is fake nonsense just to show herself using a planner, she pretends she's looking into volunteering, which is about as believable as that time she claimed she was going to start donating 10% of her earnings to charity or that she's given the Holocaust charity money back.
She's looking forward to "camping with online friends", which I hope is a lie, because all her online friends are children.
She's also looking forward to "slow afternoons" for some reason, even though her life has been a wide open schedule of zero work or responsibility for the longest time and every day has been a slow afternoon.
And because she can't think of any believable work that would fill her time these days, she just pretends she still has uni essays due:
Ruby offers up some stray piece of burnt rubble and says it's a chocolate digestive biscuit (VARRY VEGAN because she's AHLWHEYS VEGAN...unless she's eating honey, buying wool, dining at Five Guys, etc.).
Now, assuming this inedible-looking chunk of shite is actually food...did she eat this edges first like a psychopath? And why has she just placed the remaining piece directly onto the perpetually grimy insect graveyard she calls a desk?
The chair has returned to her desk. Ruby has simply elected to cover all the stains and gaping holes in the fabric with some unwashed throws instead of, y'know, buying a comfortable office chair that won't mangle her spine if she's spending all day sat at a desk.
Ruby can't stop living a life of lies and delusional fantasy.
She claims she's going to read Jane Austen's Emma, learn a language, learn a new tune on the piano (implying she already knows some tunes, which...nah), plan a trip to America (with mummy and daddy, of course) and finish and edit another new book.
She's claimed many times before that she hates Austen, so that's a wise use of her pretend time. And by "full edit of said book", I assume she just means "run it through the spell-checker once and call it a day".
"Enjoy the approach of Autumn and the beauty of August."
"I am lucky to be here - every day, alive and breathing," she writes, as she continues to starve herself to death.
She claims she's more likely to be ambitious and proactive if she plans far in advance, which has never been the case for her ever.
In case you were wondering if the majority of this is fake nonsense just to show herself using a planner, she pretends she's looking into volunteering, which is about as believable as that time she claimed she was going to start donating 10% of her earnings to charity or that she's given the Holocaust charity money back.
She's looking forward to "camping with online friends", which I hope is a lie, because all her online friends are children.
She's also looking forward to "slow afternoons" for some reason, even though her life has been a wide open schedule of zero work or responsibility for the longest time and every day has been a slow afternoon.
And because she can't think of any believable work that would fill her time these days, she just pretends she still has uni essays due:
my family and i say that sometimes - like when you walk into a place and they’re playing a song by your favourite artist you’d go “oh they must have known i was coming”
