HAI GAIS. Okay, so
yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET
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you are not a cat
(ps. how YOU doin'?)
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sooo. come here often?
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WHERE THE LUPIN GOES, I SHALL FOLLOW.
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ummmm yes well i might have to rethink that after all.
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but anyway his issues sound more charming than yours.
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I suppose that depends on your definition of charming.
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where did he go off to, anyway? think we scared him away?
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He's got it into his head that he needs to work for a living. And he's left me cold eggs in the kitchen. I mean, how does one navigate something like that? Do you know what to do with cold eggs? On principle, I mean.
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most people do.
as for the eggs, i've been thinking about it, but all my answers come down to the same thing: eating them anyway. after all, he could have left you no eggs at all.
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He is certainly not no eggs.
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