WHERE HER FRAME DISFIGURES, PALE OF THE SWAN PAINTED, DYING, WILTING IN RED RIBBONS LASHING BLACK SAILS, A TATTERED MANE HER MOUTH A DEATH'S HEAD SMILE TONGUELESS CHOIRS AND BAITED BREATH EVER WATCHING THE ANGELS BEHEADED BLEEDING THIS HEART, COME CLARITY RESONANCE OF PETRICHOR WEAVES BLACK NOISE In case anyone was wondering.
I don't remember what time I woke up. I only remember work. Had lunch at some restaurant where the service was slow as a tortoise with four broken legs. So I had to work longer to make up for the lost time. On top of the overtime I already have to work. And then I finally get here and no one's active. What kinda friends are you guys?
[video=youtube;w5Ddw9b7ghk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5Ddw9b7ghk[/video] I'm just gonna go back to Unova and hang out with my REAL friends.
Either at work or sleeping, I guess. I've got friends in both Australia and the US (countries that are 8 time zones away in opposite directions from where I live), so I know what a heinous b***h it is to find a length of time in which I can talk to any of them. I'm still assuming that most of you are from the US. On a semi-related note, any people from Europe over here who have Black Ops II, spare time in the afternoon and a mad craving for zombie murder?
The smallest things have been making me feel very emotional lately. Come to think of it, it's been like this ever since I read that stupid "Rainbow Factory" fic.