三十八 // Rockstar (8)

[pretecorrotto]

Another week, another stupid-ass outfit. At least that's over with.

If my shoes would stop making so much noise, I'd be able to live with whatever was going on now. It's scuffing up the kitchen floor.

[Moon had on a random Visual Kei outfit for the last event, now he's stuck tap dancing, like an extended sequence from a 40s movie. :D]

Comments

[blacklegcook]

[Catches the word kitchen.]

Scuffing up my own kitchen is just the least of my shitty-problems. Who the hell can cook for a whole bar like this, Ehh?!

[pretecorrotto]

I'm not even trying. I might [another jagged pen mark] set something on fire at this point.

[blacklegcook]

Well...It stops sometimes, but a person can only do so much with one hand. I almost want the shitty-costumes back.

[pretecorrotto]

I could barely move in the damn costume but at least it didn't make me lose control of my feet.

[blacklegcook]

Sitting and laying down doesn't help either. Geez...I might seriously kick the shitty-tree for this one.