1) I'm wearin' my jeans like a total homeboy today 'cuz I can't be arsed to find a belt, yo;
2) And I'm sick with YET ANOTHER COLD *shakes fist and blows nose*;
3) And what do you get when you mix a
pureblooded snob with a
Muggleborn artist? Lots of fireworks when the proverbial poop hits the fan. Oh yes indeedie!
Truly, there must be a god. And he's getting even with me for all the smutty things I think about...
Thankfully, there is a wonderful invention called DayQuil. Without it I would truly be lost (and drowning in mucus)
Oh, and my Orlando Bloomie calendar tells me it's
Guy Fawkes Day. So, yeah. All my Britfriends need to set fire to something ASAP to celebrate.
*goes back to working on her
harry_holidays gift like a good little soldier*