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Ffs Disney. Finally got around to watching the beauty and the beast remake.
Today I identified with a wardrobe and wept uncontrollably over a teapot dying without knowing where her teacup son was.
Never as fun as counting sheep.
Post self-deleted by Nanatsu no Tsuki.
Well, not a lot of people were out but I dragged myself into town and was all social, that's progress.
Or Lordi, or Laerod.
Lordi, Laerod, Lito, Triple L :)
I went to Destiny's fan meet up despite my anxieties and he bought everyone there pizza =d
Whoops, I did forget Laerod.
Lordi and Gallo aren't needed to consider a poll fully voted on for the simple sake of THEY DON'T LOVE US. Lito has a life now, he's about to go on that list, too.
What is destiny?
I'll leave the poll open until its natural end. I know Lito a bit, and he had quite a few kerfluffles with the poll's subject's posse. So I'd rather not sideline him in favour of speed.
The clock is ticking though :)
Okie doke, don't mind either way. Was just to point out the impatience clause were you eager to get them in here. :)
Gallo probably won’t vote. The mask keeps him blind.
Ethel mermania and Gallade
Dont tell us about your sex games.
See this is exactly the kind of thing I cant say to italios.
This is not a joke, uncle. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to have a blind Sith stumbling around the house? Muttering about 1040s and credits and force lightning? Terrifying!
I just did mine
<<< cries uncontrollably in the corner.
Don't mind me, just sitting here getting automatically deducted. The receipts box is just ornamental, really ties the room together.
Receipts are always good to have when you want to get rid of a piece of gum or fold a tiny paper airplane.
Ethel mermania and Gallade
I sympathize. Tomorrow is going to be one heck of a day. Gallo starts at 5am and will be on tax duty until midnight, CA time.
Distract him with sex.
We have that too, we just have to do the paperwork to even it out for the end of the year.
The most I can get from him lately are grunts that usually mean “more coffee, please” or “fooooood”.
This sh!t takes me fifteen minutes. Five if I don't really care.
Mrs mermania, like much of life, makes it complicated.
He’ll just send me to the vet.
Sh it in the shoes for that threat.
I’m a civilized cat, Betty. But the idea is tempting.
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