rag

wrote again, its shorter. a short story on janitor, we call that a jort jory

no the we dont

jorts

i finally figured out how to add the ability to comment

it was like two buttons

i literally wrote this thing in half an hour

fun fact about the writing process: I had no idea what I was gonna write, I just opened the tab and wrote down what he said to me, then I made him do shit. I'm really bad at conversation so I only answered him at the end

I'm stealing the concept of "Songs of the Day"

So, for the first.

Closet, by Fleshwater

Because it's literally the reason why I ever made bots.

Or like, 1/26th of the reason. I didn't do the math. So basically, a year ago, I was on THAT OTHER bot site, and got recommended some band member bot. Very cool. I was in the mood for more band member shit, so I go to janitor, look up band member. Find one, and it mentions shoegaze. What the is shoegaze? I forget about it for a long while, before getting the urge to look it up on spotify. I just put on the spotify-made playlist because I just want to figure this shit out. This one singular decision then proceeded to change my life and possibly the fate of North Carolina. So anyway, Closet is one of the songs that shuffle puts on. "This is pretty decent, yeah." I add it to a shitty little playlist that has nine songs that are basically the table scraps of my music taste. Weeks later, I'm on call with my friend. He has to go assassinate his brother or something, so he steps out for a bit. I go listen to Closet, and am bombarded with absolutely nothing except complete adoration for the concept of an abandoned mall with full, natural sunlight. Obsessed. I cannot stop thinking of malls. I dream of malls. I think of malls whenever I listen to anything at all. I think, "I need malls" so I try to find some type of abandoned mall exploration bot on anything at all. I ain't find shit because I didn't look that hard. "I know, I'll just make one myself!"

And that's the story of how I met your mother.