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( You know you're in for a lifetime of bliss when he stays with you in your worst and picks you up. But what if you get tired of being helplessly dependent on him in the worst of the worst of all your problems? )
A/N: I should be starting my manual animation on a 180-sheet sketch pad due on friday right now but, yeah... I can't choose between an elephant and a bat o_o And I don't know where I got the angst for this though. I find it hard to make sense lately~
Sex. Drugs. Rock'n'Roll.
Sat, Sep. 18th, 2010 01:03 amNotes: [1] This is one hell of a hormonal outburst in the middle of a sleepless night because my body clock is fucked up. [2] Half-true shit, I mean, based on someone's night on the drugs part and the rock'n'roll. [3] Who ever you choose to top, can top this thing. It doesn't have names on it. [4] Well, I guess there isn't a number four, really. [5] But there's a number five! This ain't beta-ed, I haven't proof read it because I have a presentation due tomorrow.
( I'm a rockstar, mofo! )
( I'm a rockstar, mofo! )
