don't come near me i will CHEW YOUR LEG OFF
>:E
I want porn and pettins and GAY GAY GAY!
Ahem.
Sakkit, I THINK the deadline is oh shit Feburary 1st? ish? yes, Febuary first but if I don't get it done I'm just going to kick Sung-min off to entertain the masses and work on the story more. I am currently in the middle of a cold and feeling like if anybody comes within five feet of me I will smack their hands with POINTY ENDS MADE OUT OF CLAWS HISS but I should get something typed up soon as the cough medicine starts working. If you get on tomorrow I will poke at you. I'm sorry I wasn't on earlier, I had a date with a rice pack and my bed after FAITH CENTER DIDN'T GET OUT UNTIL TWELVE FUCKING FORTY and I was stranded at St Andrews and began to think Mom and Cecil had forgotten me.
dear frederick,
listen buddy you said you wanted it from your pov now behave yourself you fucking retard.
no love,
yr writer
Frederick: *in hysterics* There's all these things! that he's MAKING! and he has no patents or copyrights or or --
Dark: Wait, wait, wait, he's going to do it again.
Frederick: And he's giving them away! For fu-fu-fu-fr-- WITHOUT CHARGE!
Meg: Big girl panties. Wear them.
Frederick: BUT HE COULD BE MAKING MONEY!
Meg: Maybe he LIKES just inventing things. Maybe he doesn't CARE about the money.
Frederick: @_@ ;___________; My head it hurts ow help.
I want porn and pettins and GAY GAY GAY!
Ahem.
Sakkit, I THINK the deadline is oh shit Feburary 1st? ish? yes, Febuary first but if I don't get it done I'm just going to kick Sung-min off to entertain the masses and work on the story more. I am currently in the middle of a cold and feeling like if anybody comes within five feet of me I will smack their hands with POINTY ENDS MADE OUT OF CLAWS HISS but I should get something typed up soon as the cough medicine starts working. If you get on tomorrow I will poke at you. I'm sorry I wasn't on earlier, I had a date with a rice pack and my bed after FAITH CENTER DIDN'T GET OUT UNTIL TWELVE FUCKING FORTY and I was stranded at St Andrews and began to think Mom and Cecil had forgotten me.
dear frederick,
listen buddy you said you wanted it from your pov now behave yourself you fucking retard.
no love,
yr writer
Frederick: *in hysterics* There's all these things! that he's MAKING! and he has no patents or copyrights or or --
Dark: Wait, wait, wait, he's going to do it again.
Frederick: And he's giving them away! For fu-fu-fu-fr-- WITHOUT CHARGE!
Meg: Big girl panties. Wear them.
Frederick: BUT HE COULD BE MAKING MONEY!
Meg: Maybe he LIKES just inventing things. Maybe he doesn't CARE about the money.
Frederick: @_@ ;___________; My head it hurts ow help.