So I FINALLY got back on my faniction (Ye gods! A muse hath descended upon the barren realm of my creativity! Inspiration, thine name is Larxene!)
Yes, Larxene.
Her hips don't lie, apparently. Damn you Shakira and your oddly entrancing music! This is what happens when I randomly browse youtube. I run into a random AMV and suddenly my classic-rock addiction goes out the flipping window.
But DAMN if she doesn't have a nice ass. (I'll leave it to you to figure out which female I'm referring to)
I can't help but feel happy with my newfound condition of NOT suffering from writer's block (even though I have't slept in the past few days and at the moment I'm feeling like a sex-crazed butterfly that just vomited a rainbow of baby kittens and has a hangover from drinking too much syrup. [What the hell is that emotion even called?]) and I am working on the twelfth chapter as we speak.
I may or may not be starting a webcomic soon (lord knows everyone and their mother won't give a flying f**k about it.). It'll involve smarmy college students (ironically, all of whom are based off the voices that seem to be fond of arguing inside my head right now), lots of yelling, insulting, psychotic cats, equally psychotic professors, and of course a little romance and some sex jokes here and there.
Speaking of webcomics, go read
Questionable Content. It's made of win and cookies, and I
WANT an AnthroPC. Pintsize reminds me of GIR, he's so adorable. If I had a scanner I'd draw a picture of him doing something cute like being an underwear ninja and whatnot. (You'd have to read it to get it.)
In other news, I had the most disgusting experience of my entire life the other day.
So I went to the bathroom during fourth period and the second I walk in there's like this really obnoxious stench that was like really familiar and yet not. So I go to do my business and there's an empty condom wrapper in the urinal and I'm thinking 'oh well so someone had sex in here recently. No big deal.' Well guess what? BIG DEAL. They left the condom itself (full even) draped over the door handle so I couldn't leave, and there weren't any paper towels and there were LIQUIDS on the counter like someone had an orgy on top of the sink.
And it's a little known fact that I'm a total germaphobe, so I came close to throwing up.
ugh. with a capital 'ugh'.Anywho on another note I'm sorely tempted to go play a Beach Boys album full-blast to a bunch of emo kids. Just for shiggles.
Also, GIRLS ARE EVIL BECAUSE THEY KNOW I CAN'T RESIST THE POUTY FACE AND THEY USE IT ANYWAY ARRRRRRGH.
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