Donovan Trummond, at your service. My friends call me Donny. I am 5'11" and weigh 134 lbs. I was born on October 23rd 1985. I am, therefore, 27 years old. I am single. I have sandy auburn hair with slight blond highlights. My stylist says they bring out my eyes. My eyes are blue, by the way. Some have called their color "striking". I am relatively pale, as a result of sitting in the dark for most of the time on a computer. I work at a run of the mill office as a sad fuck who has no talent. My whole family is distant or dead. I have no pets. I love long walks in the park.
None of that is true of course.
Living the life that I placed ahead of myself last night, you have to retain as much anonymity as possible. Donovan Trummond is not a real person. He's my Lemony Snicket. It is an identity that I have created. He's a sad bastard who needs more out of his life before he decides to do something stupid. And he will stay that way forever. The most static character in any story ever. In truth, I have no job, have never met my father, and the rest of my family is dead. I was only fully put in this position about a week ago. I did good at my job. I worked diligently. My boss decided to fire me because I was friends with the front desk manager, who he thought was hot. Fucking fat prick. I am a nobody. It's always the quiet ones. That's what everyone says. Everyone is right.
I hope you liked my post last night. I had to write down what was in my brain somewhere. It was all spilling over like a frothy mug of chocolate milk and I needed to document the beauty I had performed. Hopefully there will be another tonight. Keep your little, fucked up eyes out you perverts.
DT
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