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And why did you stay?

a few months ago I blogged and I was basically asking if Cherry was carrying me and I was riding her coattails.. and if I’d just faded into the background. And honestly… the funny part is nobody really talks about that anymore. Most people don't notice me, comment on my blogs, or know who I am. The conversation moved on, like it always does. But I didn’t. I’ve just been paying attention in a different way. Not to the loud stuff. Not the obvious wins, the big personalities, or whatever narrative is trending that week. I’ve been more focused on the smaller things. The patterns. The moments people don’t think matter. The little “Easter eggs” that kind of get left behind in conversations, decisions, and how people move. Because if you’ve been around long enough, you start to realize the game (and honestly, life too) isn’t really about the big flashy moves. It’s about understanding what’s actually happening underneath all of it. And for me, a lot of that keeps pointing back to Cherry. She’s still doing what she does — connecting with people, pulling attention without even trying, and just naturally being someone people gravitate toward. That hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s gotten stronger. The difference now is how I see it. Before, it kind of felt like I was just… there. Like I was getting swept up in everything she had going on. Like I was the one drifting while she was the one driving the momentum. Now? I think I just understand the dynamic better. We’ve been together almost a decade. That’s a long time to figure out how someone thinks, how they react, and how they operate in chaotic situations. It’s not about competing with that — it’s about knowing where you fit into it. Cherry and I are a team. Where to step in. Where to stay back. When to push. When to let things play out. And yeah, sometimes things still turn into a bunch of malarkey. That part hasn’t changed either. But instead of getting caught up in it, I’ve been… navigating it. So no, I don’t really feel forgotten anymore. If anything, I feel like I’ve just been playing a different kind of game this whole time — one that’s a little quieter, a little more patient, but still very much intentional. Call it overthinking, call it reading too much into things, call it whatever you want. But I’ve been hunting. And somehow, all the clues keep leading me back to the same place: Cherry. 🍒

cherry is cheritaisdelicious ?!??!?!?!?!?!

I love that we have a Deviled Egg (and an angelic egg counterpart). It might be too late for this year, especially post-Easter, but next year there should be a Scrambled Egg and a Unscrambled/Sane Egg.

I can't find the exit.

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo I'm packed and I'm movin' Smilin', she's livin', she's golden She lives for me, says she lives for me Ovation, her own motivation She comes 'round, she goes down on me And I make her smile, like a drug for you Doo ever what you wanna doo, comin' home with you Keep on smilin' what we go through One stop, rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse Come on like a freak show, takes the stage We give them the games to play, she said I want somethin' else To get me through this Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby I want somethin' else I'm not listenin' when you say Goodbye Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo The sky was gold, it was rose, I was takin' sips of it through my nose I wish I could get back there, someplace back there In the pictures you would take Dooin' crystal meth'll lift you up until you break It won't stop, I won't come down, I keep stock A tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given Then I bumped again, then I bumped again, I said How do I get back there To the place where I fell asleep inside you? How do I get myself back to The place where you said I want somethin' else To get me through this Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby I want somethin' else I'm not listenin' when you say Goodbye I believe in the sand beneath my toes The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling I believe in the faith that grows And the four right chords can make me cry When I'm with you, I feel like I could die And that would be alright, alright And when the plane came in, she said she was crashin' The velvet, it rips in the city We tripped on the urge to feel alive Now I'm struggling to survive Those days you were wearing that velvet dress You're the priestess, I must confess Those little red panties, they pass the test Slides up around the belly, face down on the mattress One, and you hold me And we are broken Still, it's all that I wanna doo, just a little now Feel myself, head made on the ground I'm scared, I'm not comin' down No, no And I won't run for my life She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile And nothin' is alright, alright And I want somethin' else To get me through this life, baby I want somethin' else Not listenin' when you say Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye, no, no Goodbye Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo The sky was gold, it was rose I was takin' sips of it through my nose I wish I could get back there, someplace back there In the place we used to start Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo, doo I want somethin' else

It doesn't come in a jar.

I have never seen it before and never have played. I just bought 5 cards.

How often people are allowed to change their username. I never know who I am even talking to most of the time.

IN LIKE THE TWO MINUTES I CLICKED AWAY FROM THE GAME. STAMINA WAS 100, FOOD COULD BE HIGHER. SOBRIQUET, i am sorry someone took my murder from you.

IF THERE IS NO EASTER EGG ANNOUNCEMENT.. I WILL TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS.

It’s interesting to watch how quickly the room fills with noise when someone popular like Tisha is targeted, yet how fast it empties when someone like Brxanne faces the same. While the behavior toward Tisha was undeniably unacceptable and deserves accountability, it makes me wonder: is our collective sense of justice rooted in principle, or is it a byproduct of who we like? If we only speak up for our friends, are we truly advocating for what’s right, or just protecting our own? At least the ratings are through the roof...put it on the ritz.

if we can hunt mushrooms, we should be able to hunt eggs. pleaseeeeeeee sin

MY RAFFLE BLOGS PAID OFF - CAUSE I AM THE RAFFLE WINNER, BABY! EDIT: Of course, this is the emptiest I've ever seen shops be..

I'm sick of the fucking gameplayers on this site. All they do is snake around and pretend to be your best mate when really all they're interested in is the $K cheque at the end. It's disgusting. Let me tell you something gameplayers: You will NEVER be ready. Remember I told you. I'm keepin it REAL.

There's like three blue squares, with the rest grayed out and I've randomly teleported a few times and IDK wtf I am even doing.