* MY KNEE HURTS. HURTS, HURTS, HURTS. APPARENTLY I WRENCHED IT BY GETTING MY ANKLE CAUGHT ON A BABY-GATE? THUS PROVING THAT I AM OFFICIALLY OLD. MY DAD IS DRIVING ME TO WORK, HOW PATHETIC IS THAT? HE LIVES 25 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME AND IS RETIRED. I FEEL KINDA BAD.
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NUNSHAVINGFUN HAS CONNED ME INTO WRITING SOCKO/SPENCER SHAY, I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT HAPPENED. I'M AS BAFFLED AS YOU. /ICARLY
* GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDSON OR WHATEVER OF SUPERSATURATION WILL HOPEFULLY BE UP BEFORE XMAS. THERE IS BRENDON AND SPENCER AND ZACK HALL AND STERLING KNIGHT AND TINY CLONES AND DISTURBING IMAGERY SUCH AS LITTLE BRENDON CALLING RYAN MOMMY.
* I'M ONLY ABOUT 2000 WORDS INTO MY
SODAMNSKIPPY GIFT FIC, WHICH IS SAD-MAKING, BUT I'VE DECIDED THAT JON WALKER TALKS TO CATS IN IT AND IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT ZAC EFRON WANTS TO EAT KEVIN'S SOUL.
THAT IS ALL.