Quit yer' bitchin'
Wee, now I have a journal. All hail. Yaaaaaaaay. Can you hear the sarcasm? Right. Anyway, people have been bitching at me to get one, so I might as well. Though no one has a gryphon mood set. Fuckers. I want names!!! I demand gryphons!
Fine, I’ll work with foxes. At least they’re not zarking cats.
I’ll fiddle with my color scheme later. Leave me alone, I’ve been driving boats in the blazing sun all day and into the night. (First person to point out that the sun sets after 8 gets stabbed.)
Right. Okay people, please disperse. Nothing to see here.
Fine, I’ll work with foxes. At least they’re not zarking cats.
I’ll fiddle with my color scheme later. Leave me alone, I’ve been driving boats in the blazing sun all day and into the night. (First person to point out that the sun sets after 8 gets stabbed.)
Right. Okay people, please disperse. Nothing to see here.