Whoop-dee-doo.
Is the celebration of hearts over yet? 'Cause I swear if I see another one poppin' by I might just puke. There's a limit to how much shiny sparkly hearts one guy can see without developing a complex, nevermind if you already have one. Even the Heartless don't want these ones, sheesh.
Anyway, I'm bored, B-O-R-E-D with a capital B. That's how bored I am. So I turn to this place for entertainment and it's deader than a zombie eatin' a guy who just had a lobotomy. What's up with that? Seriously, folks, I've lived in The World That Never Was and I never though I could've seen a place deader than that, but here I am! You should all be ashamed of yourselves if Nobodies are livelier than you are. Seriously, have you guys spoken with Zexion? Even he's more interesting than this place right now.
But I digress. Nevermind that whole rant, since it just went waayyyyyy over all of your heads -- like always -- I want to do something. An' I don't mean sex-wise, though I wouldn't reject that, either. (Hint, hint, there. Not that anyone needed t'know that. TMI! Hey, I try.) Back to the point. Entertain me. At this point, I'm willin' to do anything. Even have a fight with someone.
Which miiiiight be a good idea, actually. Man, when's the last time I fought someone? Or even something? At this rate, I'm going to be rustier than my grandma. Who doesn't exist, but hey, neither do I, so I can make up whaaaatever family I want.
Aaaaan' this is getting embarrassingly long-winded (look at me, this much ramblin' might make me blush like a schoolgirl if I could, y'know, actually care). Just. Someone do somethin' with me, before I go insane with boredom.
Note: ex-colleagues who want to kill me need not apply. All the "Well, I could end your existence" jokes have long since moved past their prime. Got it memorized? Now move on, sheesh, you'd think I'd killed you or something.
Oh, wait.
Anyway, I'm bored, B-O-R-E-D with a capital B. That's how bored I am. So I turn to this place for entertainment and it's deader than a zombie eatin' a guy who just had a lobotomy. What's up with that? Seriously, folks, I've lived in The World That Never Was and I never though I could've seen a place deader than that, but here I am! You should all be ashamed of yourselves if Nobodies are livelier than you are. Seriously, have you guys spoken with Zexion? Even he's more interesting than this place right now.
But I digress. Nevermind that whole rant, since it just went waayyyyyy over all of your heads -- like always -- I want to do something. An' I don't mean sex-wise, though I wouldn't reject that, either. (Hint, hint, there. Not that anyone needed t'know that. TMI! Hey, I try.) Back to the point. Entertain me. At this point, I'm willin' to do anything. Even have a fight with someone.
Which miiiiight be a good idea, actually. Man, when's the last time I fought someone? Or even something? At this rate, I'm going to be rustier than my grandma. Who doesn't exist, but hey, neither do I, so I can make up whaaaatever family I want.
Aaaaan' this is getting embarrassingly long-winded (look at me, this much ramblin' might make me blush like a schoolgirl if I could, y'know, actually care). Just. Someone do somethin' with me, before I go insane with boredom.
Note: ex-colleagues who want to kill me need not apply. All the "Well, I could end your existence" jokes have long since moved past their prime. Got it memorized? Now move on, sheesh, you'd think I'd killed you or something.
Oh, wait.