Spent the last few hours in Queens, did Brooklyn the other day. Less has changed than I thought would. Not sure if that should be a good or a bad thing.
Rukia and Alice and Esme went shopping for Broadway tomorrow night, and they got me a JAMES BOND SUIT! This will make me DASHING AS ALL HELL, and give me the edge I need to steal Edward's car and, consequently, his girl's heart. Hey, at least the one in my current chest is still beating.
ME IN 24 HOURS' TIME, Y/Y?
TY, TY.
I'd like to thank MS Paint, for being there when no other manipping apps were.
I'd like to thank Aston Martin, for being so fucking cool.
James Bond too.
And I'd like to thank Rukia for abstaining from the color pink for a change.
And Bella, for choosing money and charm and good looks over old age and overwhelming bloodlusty vampire passion.
And Edward, of course, for being a Big Man and stepping back and letting us go unscathed.
And my brain, for making plans unbeknownst to any and all mindreaders out there.
And Rukia again, for agreeing to ride in the back seat.
And whoever invented the sun roof, which Some People can't even take advantage of. Clearly I'm the rightful owner of this Vanquish.