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tempestuously) wrote2007-06-25 09:46 am
tempestuously) wrote2007-06-25 09:46 am
Care for some tea?
As Fu-kuyama says, the moment C.C. came back to life after getting shot in the head was the moment he stopped thinking of her as a woman >__> Some sort of pizza free-loader alien who also happens to be his partner-in-crime, maybe.
HAH GameFAQs hah. I love you guys so much.
Gots a tummy ache from last night, but after some half-asleep thought am now wondering if I'm not just being a clingy spaz. Considering the catalyst behind all this, I probably am. Ugh I got to pick up the brat after all. I wonder if I'm trying to talk myself out of my slump just so I don't have to address the situation myself. I so hate effort. Perhaps that's the real problem here.
Also, the new Asuka images featuring Suzaku with his shirt all but coming off being fed tea from Lelouch's cup are just... DON'T DO THESE THINGS TO MY BRAIN IN THE MORNING! Lelouch's face makes the entire thing appear ten times more creepy than it needs to. Stop being a creepy seme, Lulu. I mean it.
ETA: Dangit, now I don't want to go to work. Oh Geass you are like my Prozac. What shall I ever do when you end?
HAH GameFAQs hah. I love you guys so much.
Gots a tummy ache from last night, but after some half-asleep thought am now wondering if I'm not just being a clingy spaz. Considering the catalyst behind all this, I probably am. Ugh I got to pick up the brat after all. I wonder if I'm trying to talk myself out of my slump just so I don't have to address the situation myself. I so hate effort. Perhaps that's the real problem here.
Also, the new Asuka images featuring Suzaku with his shirt all but coming off being fed tea from Lelouch's cup are just... DON'T DO THESE THINGS TO MY BRAIN IN THE MORNING! Lelouch's face makes the entire thing appear ten times more creepy than it needs to. Stop being a creepy seme, Lulu. I mean it.
ETA: Dangit, now I don't want to go to work. Oh Geass you are like my Prozac. What shall I ever do when you end?