![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Roleplay today after school, as usual. No Ricky C., which means no twinky "I'm so powerful look at my sa-weet shrapnel bomb!". (It's a lvl. 1 spell, dumbass.) So woot. I have to have Ricky H. give me a ride home, because Dad's got an appointment in Ann Arbor to get a second opinion on his cancer. And he won't be back 'til six or so.
Didn't hang out with Katy, darnit. I will probably on Wednesday, which is when I'll be dying my hair. So wee?
My ex is sitting next to me talking about he's not a dork, he's a psycopath, because he dreams about cutting people's heads off with a shovel, and runs through his neighborhood with an axe screaming "Chop!". He's an ass. But he's sorta cool. I like his girlfriend better.
Didn't hang out with Katy, darnit. I will probably on Wednesday, which is when I'll be dying my hair. So wee?
My ex is sitting next to me talking about he's not a dork, he's a psycopath, because he dreams about cutting people's heads off with a shovel, and runs through his neighborhood with an axe screaming "Chop!". He's an ass. But he's sorta cool. I like his girlfriend better.
