Johnny Cash's voice makes me all quivery and warm and fuzzy-feeling inside. After I finish crying, that is.
That's a lovely song. It's so happily mellow.
O_o. Patients - Not In Nottingham has just killed me dead.
"Keep an eye on the door. Lots of people walking back and forth today." Jeez. What was I supposed to think?
Whee. I had so much fun. My feet are mutinying, though. Gotta love the heels.
...I like scones.
Ouuuuch. My head hurts.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Shit. Ripped Fuel lololol. I cannnnnnnot remember the last time in the past... hour? Two?...
"Yeah, homes. We pimpin'." Awww, man. Ray's awesome.
:hug: I really don't know what to say. Why don't you talk to Max a bit? Propose you do some new things together... go parachuting! For example.
I have been saying shit like "whiskey tango" far too often lately. Definitely need to stop. I'm confusing people.
Bored with Max, the relationship, or both? That doesn't bode well. >_<".
Inappropriate fanfiction and not paying attention to age restrictions. Usually simultaneous.
[BTW, Daniel, check your email.] Who needs friends, anyway? Way to make me feel included, homes. She knew I love DD, and I loved them before her,...