Waaaaaaaaaaay too hot.
There's also no sea-salt ice-cream to counter-act the heat either.
I really miss my fountain pen. I have fanfiction ideas and I just can't get them out. And they don't sell my stupidly expensive fountain pen anymore. Bah. Bah. Baaaaaaaah, I say.

It's still boiling. Roxas is dead. Roxas died at the picnic in all his corseted, ( Read more... )