Kankurou has a
definite kink. And the porn's not going to help. I won't let him force anything out of me, either.
Classes resume as scheduled tomorrow. Joy. I'm beginning to think people enjoy harassing me for the sake of harassing me. I managed to complete that essay, though printing it might seem tediuous as we lack one and racing off to University's computer lab takes effort. I better make a decision. And fast.
I think I've caught a mental disease. Interacting just isn't me, but with all the invitations, it does seem rude to decline. I'll figure it out later. Hurray.
My middle name should be social hinderance.
And I actually have plans (Me? Plans?) to meet Kiba on the roof with that
horrendous cake from my birthday. I think it's started growing arms and legs. Better be careful upon delivery.
I still need to do that interview. This calls for cursing. Fuck.