they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
obietoby43
- Homepage
- https://obie-toby.neocities.org/
- ssurikov84@gmail.com
- About
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How Do? 
I'm Obie, just a simple guy amblin' through life. Contrary to common belief, I have no idea what I'm doing!
Common Symbols:
- 🍞: IRL Vent shit or toastposting*
- 😶/🙃: COMPLAINING about BULLSHIT that I DIDN'T START
- 💻/✏️/🎨/📖: Joys (and sorrows) Of Creation
- 😎 (and other random symbols, usually): HELL YEAH SIMULATOR
Where 2 Find Me?
What are you, a cop? Just kidding. Here, confetti!



Obie is Feeling:
Things I Like:
Drawing, biking, antiquing, shooting, coding, taking stuff apart, putting it back together, old tech... I could go on! I talk sometimes on my site if you wanna listen for some reason...
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil; May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all evil spirits who prowl around the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
Statuses
Why is it HOT outside???
The abysmal group project from hell
How lovely life would be if busywork didn't exist...
Slowly going insane to the tune of 70's R&B
Writing an art analysis for class makes me feel like a pompous elite...
Live, Laugh, Lose Yourself!
My social battery got so low I started to get annoyed with my friends for talking to me...
Scrambling to find a closet renfaire fit. It's tomorrow.
Bank was closed, ATM was broken. I might go postal.
Got convinced by some new friends to go to the renfaire with em! Now I need a good fit lol
Peach Snapple my beloved
I hate how school is so web based. Like more than half of this stuff can be printed.
Too late to eat lunch and too early for dinner... Whoops!
Time to clock in for my 14 hour shift at the burnout factory!
just cleaned my ears and now I can hear what the ants are saying about me.
I just got assigned an awful group project where nobody listens to me!
Actually, who am I to give writing tips? I write like a third grader...
Camellia's music is like a drug that makes you write better. I swear by it!
oh, to eat sweetened coconut flakes straight from the bag...