Lucy Furr, Prince of Lite Brites (iwillreign) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-04-10 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | beelzebub, hel, lucifer |
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I should call my grandparents. It's been quite a few months.
We'll see.
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It has come to my attention that many of my clothes are nearing extinction (probably the cause of my roommate and a pair of scissors--Adam, I'm on to you) and I have a few outdated shoes. Time to throw this shit out and go shopping. Only, I'm not all that fond of shopping. Too many idiots walking around, wasting space and irritating me. All the stores pretending they are at the height of fashion, blinding me with their fabric diarrhea and pattern vomit.
So, with that imagery in mind, who's ready to gear up and enter the war zone with me?
Speaking of clothes.
Morris. I want my pants back. They don't fit you anyway.