Man, I'm hungry. But we're in the weird stage of Christmas now wherein we have nothing in the house but pastry, turkey, potatoes and cookies I am not to touch on pain of death I swear to god if you eat one I'm going to chop your grasping little hands off with this here sharpened gingerbread guy. So, I must suffer.
But not in silence. BUY ME FOOD, PEASANTS! *command command command*
And other than that, I really don't have anything to say, other that I'm feeling clean, cheap and lonesom; bored and heartsick and dripping and anxious. And now that I've lobbed adjectives at you, *disappears*
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Bleach is like lemonade; my favorite drink on muggy summer nights.
This is my goof-off space. Well, gaia itself is my goof-off space, but gaia is goof-off space with an audience. This is... well, it sorta is, but... IT'S SHINY AND NEW AND MINE NOW! Time to play with things I have no idea how they work!
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