I'm sorry, WHO'S going to see Beyonce?
Why, yes, that would be ME! I AM! I AM GOING TO SEE BEYONCE. LIVE. IN REAL LIFE.
- And that, my friends, is why I love my sister so freaking much! Damn, that must have cost her a fortune! On a funnier note; how camp are we? We're going to see Beyonce? Ahahah Nawh, but c'mon, has she not got a kick-ass pair of lungs on her? That would be a resounding yes, I hear.
I don't know how I'm having time to do this, I have so much work to do. Why did I make a post on TR stating that in these last weeks of frantically finishing my work, that I wouldn't be able to keep up on tags, when CLEARLY, I'M DOING A PRETTY FINE JOB! (Notetoself: it could be the awesomeness that is finally getting SOME sort of plot going for Chuck *win* ♥)
Bed. I need bed, and... copious amounts of tea, to pull this off. SIX DAYS, PEOPLE.
P.S; &For the capslocking periods in this post, I present, a spanking new icon. HARRY WELSH AND LULZY LUZ YELLING! ♥