You are scientifically full of yourself.
"Ooh! What does this button do?" - Dee Dee, Dexter's Laboratory
something much more pressing has taken priority.
INTERNET.
EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
It's the sabbath and today I got another VHS tape from that huge box and one double LP-set.
S'up, bitches? Guess what! Or, well, don't, because I spoiled it in the title!
The Ponyfest Panels are up!
That brother sister bonding really worked. We took a few hits from a joint and a few from a bong. I coughed a lot but now I feel great. I feel like Elmo. I'm using first person pronouns but am thinking like Elmo.
I'll have to keep it a secret for a few months since it's a gift, but it is so beautiful! It looks like something that you can buy at a store. My mom says that it looks like something I could sell for $20 or $400 if it's at an anime convention. It sounds like a good idea, but there's no way I can sell these things. It took me two days to make it by hand, and I put my love in every stitch. I'm not making these for just anyone; my hands would fall off if I
Surgery happened. I lived, bitch. Woo. I slept most of the those 48 hours afterward because holy fuck there was pretty much nothing else I could do. Also, The Shining is an absolute mess of a book. Don't touch it; it's not good, I promise. (I could spend like six hours saying why, but I won't; that's not the painkillers talking either.)