021 + Babble babble, bitch bitch, rebel rebel, party party, sex sex sex, don't forget the violence!
Some handsome devil seems to have painted the clock tower yellow.
The fiend.
What's next? Flowerbeds and mailboxes and sidewalks?
Hey, Whoever-is-my-boss-today: two things; One, can I get out of running at such ungodly hours with a doctor's note, and two, can I get paid for not coming to work if I'm working on building a weapon to use for work?
On that note... god. I thought I'd try jogging at first on my own, without a puppet. It.... gah. I am so aware of every muscle in my legs, still, and yet... they're numb. Not cool.
The fiend.
What's next? Flowerbeds and mailboxes and sidewalks?
Hey, Whoever-is-my-boss-today: two things; One, can I get out of running at such ungodly hours with a doctor's note, and two, can I get paid for not coming to work if I'm working on building a weapon to use for work?
On that note... god. I thought I'd try jogging at first on my own, without a puppet. It.... gah. I am so aware of every muscle in my legs, still, and yet... they're numb. Not cool.