o26. (set the record straight)
Sasuke, you unrepentant sourass bastard, as soon as I can move again? And you're within twenty kilometers of me? I wanna show you something.
My fist. Y'see. It misses your face.
Where d'you get off just taking off and letting me wake up with a huge crew of BEAR MEN outside my door? I'm gunna total you. Throw me to the frickin' dogs like that- I'M GUNNA BE BRUISED FOR MONTHS DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD SHE HITS WHEN SHE'S THAT ANGRY.
Heater's fixed. ...kind of. Heater's new because Sasuke doesn't know how to properly express emotion, but his wallet apparently does. Feels like one halfa me got smashed in with a wrecking ball, which is a reeeeeally long story that I shouldn't have to tell you, because, y'know, if you need to know, you already know what happened. I'm dead serious. Sakuraaaaa, what am I supposed to do with this dress? Long definitely-not-at-all-funny story short, I've seriously gotta install some girly clothing in my dorm somewhere. Preferably in the closet. Which I guess is where clothing goes. Go figure.
Sakura, c'mon, it was a little funny.
Lee's party was AWESOME. Including getting thrown in the pool. I actually thought that was kinda fun mostly because I'm not gunna have to pay for my ruined tux, which makes me feel kind of like a golddigger, but not to the point where I don't think that was fun. Sorry for tag-teamin' yuh, Lee. Happy birthday. Glad you're alive. You make the world better and all that sap. Oh, and sidenote, you're boyfriend's pretty frickin' adorable when he's not being a majorly antisocial do-whatsit. I know none a that's his deal. But I think he likes you. Like, he likes you likes you. Honest. S'what I think.
Sasuke, you better come home soon. Seriously, I'm still bruised. 'm gunna take pictures. 'san anomaly or somethin'.
My fist. Y'see. It misses your face.
Where d'you get off just taking off and letting me wake up with a huge crew of BEAR MEN outside my door? I'm gunna total you. Throw me to the frickin' dogs like that- I'M GUNNA BE BRUISED FOR MONTHS DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD SHE HITS WHEN SHE'S THAT ANGRY.
Heater's fixed. ...kind of. Heater's new because Sasuke doesn't know how to properly express emotion, but his wallet apparently does. Feels like one halfa me got smashed in with a wrecking ball, which is a reeeeeally long story that I shouldn't have to tell you, because, y'know, if you need to know, you already know what happened. I'm dead serious. Sakuraaaaa, what am I supposed to do with this dress? Long definitely-not-at-all-funny story short, I've seriously gotta install some girly clothing in my dorm somewhere. Preferably in the closet. Which I guess is where clothing goes. Go figure.
Sakura, c'mon, it was a little funny.
Lee's party was AWESOME. Including getting thrown in the pool. I actually thought that was kinda fun mostly because I'm not gunna have to pay for my ruined tux, which makes me feel kind of like a golddigger, but not to the point where I don't think that was fun. Sorry for tag-teamin' yuh, Lee. Happy birthday. Glad you're alive. You make the world better and all that sap. Oh, and sidenote, you're boyfriend's pretty frickin' adorable when he's not being a majorly antisocial do-whatsit. I know none a that's his deal. But I think he likes you. Like, he likes you likes you. Honest. S'what I think.
Sasuke, you better come home soon. Seriously, I'm still bruised. 'm gunna take pictures. 'san anomaly or somethin'.