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]

gackt yum too i would never name my fish after an ugly person..der

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

So who the fuck is Phil?

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

phil is just what u name a fish. dummy.

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

and watch your goddman filthy fucking mouth

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

Ah fuck you.

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

thats cheating. u cant use my hand u u bangtail.

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

Gotta go. Call me!

[mental-tsunami.livejournal.com]

i only have a sad miyavi icon. i should get a gackt one too

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

Why, when all you need is some Meeeeeeeeev? >) >)