My parents pick me up from school and take me on jobs I have no say in. We get home late. No, but once I got a soccer ball kicked into the back...
No problem. My internet access has been lacking of late. Ouch. It's much easier to be mad at an object. Like some stupid clouds I could...
Of course we care Daxa dear. You're our most wonderful stalker, and such a polite one at that. Have a wonderous time in Croatia and we'll see you when you get back. Good luck!
Well, I'm on KHV for most of every week sooo... Ah, not little thing. Person or object?
No rush. There's always next year if you can't make it. I prefer getting happy over the little things.
Well, there is butterflies... Me too. It isn't worth it so I try to avoid it as much as possible.
I hope Tarrlok gets a slug down his shirt.
No, those are the 50s. Pinky-red. Are you less tired/angry now?
Would someone tell me what a slash fic is? I'm torn between gory and something sexual... /obliviousandtoolazytogoogle
5s are blue, 10s are purple, 20s are green and 100s are yellow. I've never seen a thousand, but I'm sure they're very nice. Not bad. Still fuming...
Username: Loxare Doll's name: Simone Doll: Spoiler EDIT @Acy: If you go to tinypic.com, you can upload your submission so that it's big enough to see. Don't worry, it's a safe site.
No, we have pretty coloured monies. Alas, not everyone loves bacon, unbelievable though it may be.
In Canada, bacon offers are as common as asking if you want water, as long as bacon love is abundant in the household.
Here, have some thick cut Canadian maple bacon instead.
I was oh so very excited to see the transit of Venus. I had eclipse glasses and everything. When suddenly: Spoiler BOOM!!!!!!!!!! Fucking cloud cover lasted for the entire day! No clouds yesterday, no clouds tomorrow, just today.
MY HEAD! And fix that damn door.
Clear! *defibs* Damn. We're losing the thread. Clear! *defribs again* LIVE DAMMIT!!! LIVE!!!!
Only slightly past midnight. BTW LPTP, what think thee of my new theme? I'm not sure about the text on the sig...
A man recieving bacon. Frying it includes hot oil jumping onto every patch of exposed skin when the bacon is being flipped.
I know the feeling. And yet, I never get to sleep past noon. :/
