:: post seven :: sleeves and gravity are overrated ::
Oh. Gravity's back. That's...disappointing.
- No more flying around work, playing at being an air ballerina. (Yes, D, i went there again. Three words. Deal with it.) Which means I'll have nothing to distract me from the mind-numbing boredom anymore.
- No more floating around barefoot like I've been managing so far. I'm going to have to go back to wearing shoes again. No fun.
- No more letting momentum do all the hard work for me. Bah.
Also, in unrelated news, I'm starting to think this weather is murder. Note to self: take scissors to sleeves ASAP. Or ditch the shirt alltogether.
- No more flying around work, playing at being an air ballerina. (Yes, D, i went there again. Three words. Deal with it.) Which means I'll have nothing to distract me from the mind-numbing boredom anymore.
- No more floating around barefoot like I've been managing so far. I'm going to have to go back to wearing shoes again. No fun.
- No more letting momentum do all the hard work for me. Bah.
Also, in unrelated news, I'm starting to think this weather is murder. Note to self: take scissors to sleeves ASAP. Or ditch the shirt alltogether.