We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. Quite a misdeed, stealing things. I suppose that's why all my ideas are completely unoriginal.
I'm still here! I just don't write as often.
I think i should become a magical baking mail mare. I don't know... How about working at the sugar cube corner? No? I thought so. Maybe I shouldn't get a job after all. I think that's the solution. Ok