In which Sky wants to hit her head on the wall.

[cerulean_sky]

So, now I have a headache. The headache of doom, apparently. So bad that it makes me think that bashing my head against a wall would actually be an improvement. I kind of just want an ice pack, but we only have one of those hard ones that I used to use in my lunchbox. So does not help.

How is it that I had, like... five RPs going at one point, and am down to one? Booo. (I might mention that, Ben, it really helps if your character talks a bit more. I understand if that's just how he is, but you're really not giving me much to work with.)

I think I've posted four or five times today. Sheezes. They were all damned pointless.

Comments

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

w/e bitches i take you all in a fight. except for air cuz shes chinese( i think....maybe) and she knows kung-fu but i have a gun and and and a flamethrower i swear i have a flamethrower not being sarcastic. and the yummy irish boys win over me too

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

The irish always win.

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

i agree. dude dude FLAMETHROWER!

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

I think my dad has a tiny little one for making creme brule, but that's all I got.

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

STEAL IT!!!!! im sure you dad creme brule SUCKS! someone in ur family has to

[airiviel.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am Chinese. *Chinese pride*

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

YAY CHINESE! i had to remember what u were speaking way back at sky's fancy din din. and i half guess cuz my brother knows chinese. that and u looky chinese. i do wuv ur little chinita culi