P.O'd!Keiko & A Bucket Of Ice Cream
The party is off. Not that there ever was a party, but, whatever. I am in a foul mood. I hate men. Well, only some men. Other men, I like, such as Jared, who is currently feeding me ice cream and listening to me whine about The Evils That Men Do while Liza is out renting some suitably cheesy chick flick for us to watch. I'll probably let him live.
Eh. I'll feel better, and less dangerous, in the morning, with some coffee in me.
Eh. I'll feel better, and less dangerous, in the morning, with some coffee in me.