Beatles fanfiction, blablabla.
I figured I was gonna write a Beatles fanfic, with me in it! Huzzah, right? Kinda. And it's mostly a tribute for my painfully apparent love for George, and since I haven't written het before in my life... Ever. EVER. Never fucking ever. I'm such a mother fucking freak. A FREAK. So anyway, I wanted to write a fanfic where I am just jamming, and then all of a sudden, i'm thrown into the 60's. :O Le gasp, ikr? (And it's ...19...6...........3? I dunno. Could you tell me the year in which George looks how he does in the icon riiight.... THERE. THERE. YES, RIGHT THERE. >>>>> Or whatever.. I'm slightly picky. And George's hair is pretty..)
But you know I am just... retarded as sodding fuck...
And i'm not a good writer, like, at all...
And you know, I have like... no ACTUAL friends on here that I could even slightly impress, so why am I even posting journals?
PS, I KNOW WHAT THE DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE THING CAME FROM!
Nuh uh uh. D:<
But you know I am just... retarded as sodding fuck...
And i'm not a good writer, like, at all...
And you know, I have like... no ACTUAL friends on here that I could even slightly impress, so why am I even posting journals?
PS, I KNOW WHAT THE DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE THING CAME FROM!
Nuh uh uh. D:<