room 502/4/6, Saturday night
Nadia was spending a thrilling Saturday night on her bed, with Furrball attacking her feet, her guitar propped in her lap as she worked on "Thinking isn't Emo".
No emo on the roof was what you'd said to me,
But I think you're mistaken here, it isn't what you see,
Just because I'm on the roof, and just because I'm quiet,
That doesn't mean I'm sad or nothing, put a word here that rhymes with quiet. . . .
Thrilling. Seriously.
[ooc: zomg, open!]
No emo on the roof was what you'd said to me,
But I think you're mistaken here, it isn't what you see,
Just because I'm on the roof, and just because I'm quiet,
That doesn't mean I'm sad or nothing, put a word here that rhymes with quiet. . . .
Thrilling. Seriously.
[ooc: zomg, open!]