Elena

I get along really well with Aries and Capricorn. Yeah. Same. Yeah. Mom and dad, John and Elena. Yeah. So make your own most likely accurate assumptions. I did. We did. My parents divorced a few years after my birth, just in 2004. But don't be sorry. It was for the best. This is hilarious. My dad found himself in the awkward situation of accidentally falling into women's vajinas.

I get along really well with Aries and Capricorn. Yeah. Same. Yeah. Mom and dad, John and Elena. Yeah. So make your own most likely accurate assumptions. I did. We did. My parents divorced a few years after my birth, just in 2004. But don't be sorry. It was for the best. This is hilarious. My dad found himself in the awkward situation of accidentally falling into women's vajinas.

And my mother was tired of his quote unquote slip ups. Fast forward to 2006. That's a great way to describe that. I love that. That's somebody who has healed. Yeah, you've healed. Fast forward to 2006. I'm six years old and my dad's living in Brampton with another woman who I'm glad to say he's no longer with. She was a very angry Italian woman who was a bit hard on the noggin.

And my mother was tired of his quote unquote slip ups. Fast forward to 2006. That's a great way to describe that. I love that. That's somebody who has healed. Yeah, you've healed. Fast forward to 2006. I'm six years old and my dad's living in Brampton with another woman who I'm glad to say he's no longer with. She was a very angry Italian woman who was a bit hard on the noggin.

Or maybe she wasn't angry and she just spoke in a perpetual scream. I'm not really sure. That's a lot. I was playing with Polly Pockets alone in my room, Ash gets it, when I had a feeling. It made me stop and pause with every strand of hair on my little body standing straight in the air as if I were hanging upside down.

Or maybe she wasn't angry and she just spoke in a perpetual scream. I'm not really sure. That's a lot. I was playing with Polly Pockets alone in my room, Ash gets it, when I had a feeling. It made me stop and pause with every strand of hair on my little body standing straight in the air as if I were hanging upside down.

This feeling and the facial expression I would have worn is comparable, I don't know why I said it like that, comparable to someone who horrifically realized that their fart had not in fact been a fart. Did you get that? They are. That's prison, Mike. I don't watch The Office. Don't yell at me. You gotta watch it, man. Maybe. Prison Mike.

This feeling and the facial expression I would have worn is comparable, I don't know why I said it like that, comparable to someone who horrifically realized that their fart had not in fact been a fart. Did you get that? They are. That's prison, Mike. I don't watch The Office. Don't yell at me. You gotta watch it, man. Maybe. Prison Mike.

I didn't have a vision, more like an awareness, that my great-grandfather, who was in perfect health, was going to die. I walked around with this weight for the entire day, asking- A six-year-old? Yeah. That's like one of your babes. Asking my dad if he had been talking to Grandpa. He said no, that he hadn't that day, but he just spoke with him the week before, and he asked why I was wondering.

I didn't have a vision, more like an awareness, that my great-grandfather, who was in perfect health, was going to die. I walked around with this weight for the entire day, asking- A six-year-old? Yeah. That's like one of your babes. Asking my dad if he had been talking to Grandpa. He said no, that he hadn't that day, but he just spoke with him the week before, and he asked why I was wondering.

"'No reason,' I replied, kicking my feet together and avoiding eye contact. "'I was just wondering.'" This feeling, I remember, was not one I wanted to share, and it kept me up most of the night. I laid in bed until sleep found me in the early hours of the morning, and I arose to my dad standing at my door, looking forlorn and also suspicious. Grandpa passed away last night, he said hesitantly.

"'No reason,' I replied, kicking my feet together and avoiding eye contact. "'I was just wondering.'" This feeling, I remember, was not one I wanted to share, and it kept me up most of the night. I laid in bed until sleep found me in the early hours of the morning, and I arose to my dad standing at my door, looking forlorn and also suspicious. Grandpa passed away last night, he said hesitantly.

His tone was a mix of grief and suspicion. Did this man think my small, fragile, and incapable body could walk a two-hour drive in the middle of the night and somehow unalive my grandfather? Like, come on. Oh, relatable. That makes me sad for you. I know. The memory stuck with me for a while until it began to fade as the years went on. I had forgotten about the feeling and what it felt like.

His tone was a mix of grief and suspicion. Did this man think my small, fragile, and incapable body could walk a two-hour drive in the middle of the night and somehow unalive my grandfather? Like, come on. Oh, relatable. That makes me sad for you. I know. The memory stuck with me for a while until it began to fade as the years went on. I had forgotten about the feeling and what it felt like.

I resumed my life and paid it no mind until I was 14. I had my laptop going with karaoke songs as I was home alone and aspired to be a famous singer at the time. Hell yeah. Typically speaking, though, in order to be famous, you have to be good at singing, which I was not.

I resumed my life and paid it no mind until I was 14. I had my laptop going with karaoke songs as I was home alone and aspired to be a famous singer at the time. Hell yeah. Typically speaking, though, in order to be famous, you have to be good at singing, which I was not.

i mean do you it's subjective it's 2025 now yeah you don't really have to be good much anymore think the demon cat from pet cemetery being shook around and then thrown out a wall love that that's the most accurate description of my singing voice even to this day right in the middle of the ear piercing belt of the chorus to rolling in the deep it stopped i stopped god wait i took a vocal class once and it was rolling in the deep and i thought i slayed that shit

i mean do you it's subjective it's 2025 now yeah you don't really have to be good much anymore think the demon cat from pet cemetery being shook around and then thrown out a wall love that that's the most accurate description of my singing voice even to this day right in the middle of the ear piercing belt of the chorus to rolling in the deep it stopped i stopped god wait i took a vocal class once and it was rolling in the deep and i thought i slayed that shit

And then I got home and I recorded myself and I never went back to voice acting and voice lessons again. I love. I said, teacher Jamie. You said I did not roll. I'm sorry. I said auto tune would never help this. So I stopped. It reminded me of Raven from That's So Raven when she'd get a vision. The same feeling I had ejected from my homunculus? Yeah. Homunculus?

And then I got home and I recorded myself and I never went back to voice acting and voice lessons again. I love. I said, teacher Jamie. You said I did not roll. I'm sorry. I said auto tune would never help this. So I stopped. It reminded me of Raven from That's So Raven when she'd get a vision. The same feeling I had ejected from my homunculus? Yeah. Homunculus?