Fit: Alright, my name is going to be "Tio Fabio." Tio Fabio. Tio Fabio. Yeah I saw that sht, I can't believe I was on Brazilian news as "Tio Fabio." I can't believe that sht.
Fit: What should I name the farm, though? What should I name the farm? [Laughs] Everyone's spamming "Minas Gerais" ok, hold on... [He types it out] That's how you spell it, right? Ok, ok. What's my favorite thing? What's my favorite thing?
Fit: I mean, "Pac" would be a good choice, let's say "fofoca." [While laughing] Fofoca. [Laughs] Fofoca. Hell yeah.
FINALLY I'M FINISHED WITH THIS FIC 🙏🙏🙏 writing it was the single most painful experience of my life and i don't like the end product but we r posting it anyways bc i am not letting 4K words go unposted
It's dead af at work. We got through our four reservations and have had no walk ins, and my manager won't cut me because he hates doing my job (and we're friends and he knows I need the money) and tbh I don't want to be cut (can't really afford to be) but I'm actually going insane from sitting on my stool, going through Tumblr, Insta, Kindle, then standing up and going through those apps again, then sitting down and going through those apps again, etc. it's nice to get paid to do nothing, because tbh if I was cut then I'd just be doing this but in my bed, but I'm getting so fucking restless.