BOINK-a-SKOINK, straight ^.
And so, after extreme lipstick application and closet raiding, I have a fabulously hideous ensemble dressthing for tomorrow. The red blazer & matching pleated skirt, however attractively flight attendant-ish, popped off of me, & thus, I resorted to improvisation that is thrift-store dresses. This particular number has the slight appearance of upholstery, as well. =EIGHTIESCORPORTATESECKSLYKEWHOA, I shall hope.
Muahah. I choose to update at the strangest of times.
Oh well, I might as well take the opportunity to rant on various other matters as I have finally found the motivation to throw myself in front of the computer screen. Lunch is a flaming pile of emotional discomfort, as has been reviewed thoroughly by Brandon and me. & I, analytical as ever, cannot simply sit back and enjoy silent chewing. I must debate the reason behind such social disappointment, INTENSELY, until my brain hurts and I realize I should be working on Dickens. Good God, I am quite irritated these days, and must expose myself to more relaxing music.
(Familiar Europop? I THINK YES.)
& lyke srsly. Next time that Aria chick mentions musical numbers and baby-killing, I may just have to send out my own whore-munching infant to eat her face off. -VSRSSZZRSRS- And then my army of Sky Dancers will rip her to pieces with their rotating poke-age. (Look! It jiggles.) The end. Goodbye.
It just occurred to me that I have no writing talent remaining after certain Chapter 20 & 21 paragraphs. -collapses-
Eh, homework calls. LOTS-N-LOTS.<3
&ps. RANDOMNESS PLAN = no chance of success, but mega noise-making brilliance for us, O Brandon.
Muahah. I choose to update at the strangest of times.
Oh well, I might as well take the opportunity to rant on various other matters as I have finally found the motivation to throw myself in front of the computer screen. Lunch is a flaming pile of emotional discomfort, as has been reviewed thoroughly by Brandon and me. & I, analytical as ever, cannot simply sit back and enjoy silent chewing. I must debate the reason behind such social disappointment, INTENSELY, until my brain hurts and I realize I should be working on Dickens. Good God, I am quite irritated these days, and must expose myself to more relaxing music.
(Familiar Europop? I THINK YES.)
& lyke srsly. Next time that Aria chick mentions musical numbers and baby-killing, I may just have to send out my own whore-munching infant to eat her face off. -VSRSSZZRSRS- And then my army of Sky Dancers will rip her to pieces with their rotating poke-age. (Look! It jiggles.) The end. Goodbye.
It just occurred to me that I have no writing talent remaining after certain Chapter 20 & 21 paragraphs. -collapses-
Eh, homework calls. LOTS-N-LOTS.<3
&ps. RANDOMNESS PLAN = no chance of success, but mega noise-making brilliance for us, O Brandon.