Chapter 1 Page 7
I just rolled out of bed, and all I can think to put here is Summertime Sadness lyrics.
ed. Now that I’m awake, have this most excellent BBC roundtable discussion on press freedom and regulation in the UK.
Tish cares more about the UK than me, an actual citizen of the UK. I prefer Harmontown and EM:RAP.
Bob: “S-Sometimes she lets me fold those underwear…”
Ha ha, gross.
Loving the pacing. Maximum excite!
Ah, ha! Got my Gravatar working now!
It’s going to take a while before I can see you post anywhere, and not think of the bedazzle photo.
I think I remember seeing this one a few years back. This one of the old pages.
Yep! There’s one more of the repainted/updated old pages, and then it’s all new content. c:
Me: “Hnlsjdfsngggg. Nope.”
Yeah, it takes a special kind of… verve to be that awake first thing in the morning. A smug verve. If only. I think I’m mostly just like “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” for at least fifteen minutes.