I'm so sick of her telling me she wants normal children...
Someone please get me out of here... I can't fight my brother and win, I can't fight my parents and win, so I'm pretty much backed up a corner here... My bro's room is right next to mine and he's blasting his rap on the other side of the wall, and the only way to block it out is to deafen myself with my own music. *pets Ukno* I bet the vocalist of the band you're listening to right now isn't anywhere near this colorful:
Anyways, people, please friend my graphic journal with Nora. I'm a bit of a comment whore, and we have barely any people. ~.^ =P And yeah, I guess I haven't even advertised it once on here, so...
___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei
Luff us. =P
*scuttles off to BM cause it's my happy place*
Anyways, people, please friend my graphic journal with Nora. I'm a bit of a comment whore, and we have barely any people. ~.^ =P And yeah, I guess I haven't even advertised it once on here, so...
___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei ___shousei
Luff us. =P
*scuttles off to BM cause it's my happy place*