Shopping at five am the Friday after Thanksgiving should be a sport. There should be metals. Clearly I would win.
And now I shall murder my brothers. Yees.
Wish me luck.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, after I go back to work (::makes faces::) I will go home and then I will be bale to really be online, maybe. You know, Maybe.
And now I shall murder my brothers. Yees.
Wish me luck.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, after I go back to work (::makes faces::) I will go home and then I will be bale to really be online, maybe. You know, Maybe.
Current Mood:
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Current Music: brother singing Snow Patrol... badly
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