I'm tempted to vote communist just to give the extreme right more counterweight. (I vote center-green now.)
Are we losing our minds, ladies and gentlemen?
# Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me. I realize and I can see #
Whee! After is done! Done! Wheee! *thwirls like Nick* Approximately 1,500 words, too. Good god.
(Melle; IRC)
You know, the more fucked up your sleep schedule, the funnier the word "hat" is. Fucked-up sleep schedule = drugs. Hat. Hat.
(Ang; IRC)
It's kind of weird that the more you pick apart the group dynamics, the closer Justin and Chris get.
(Kris; IRC)
Dude. I don't want a story to pulse at me.
(Kris; IRC)
Apt snog, that. :D
SONG!
(Melle; IRC)
- Why am I pretending to be Melle's cat? Help? Sanity?
- *point* It went thataway.
(Melle, Amatia; IRC)
Hey hey HEY! Orgy first, then HP. <g>
(Nat; IRC)
Hey, I survived an attempted BoyBandKnapping. I can survive *NYTHING!
(Rox; IRC)
Night, all. Kill a fandom for me!
(Melle; IRC)