Hello. I am the Blake. You want to give me your kittens and other furry, cuddly mammals. I have commanded it, it has been commanded, and thus, my commands will come to fruition. If you need an example, I want these things:

 With that out of the way, have an update on the blake with the cake and the state of his fate. I am oh so very tired. Very, very tired. Hence the insanity.

 I have a new job! I am now a painter, because why the fuck not. Unfortunately, I'm outset and it's hot and I forgot sunscreen and I am redder than an explosion at the red factory. Not very imaginative, but I'm a painter now. I'm lowest common denominator. I'm a pleb, a common buffoon. I now laugh at fart jokes and am deathly afraid of foreigners, because that's what these people do. And that's what I do.

 I PAINTED A FENCE! I'M AWESOME!

GAMES!

I started playing Wildstar, and the character deletion process in that game is horrifying. While you're typing out your characters name to delete them, they cry, and when you hit delete, THEYRE FUCKING INCINERATED! Fuck you game, I'm out.

 I'm also playing Cities Skylines because new expansion and that games great and relaxing and sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep
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