Wafflehouse, you're my only friend...
I got an e-mail from Jennie, queen of tights. Sounds like she's loving her internship at the London ballet. Busy, though. I don't think she's got much time to keep everyone updated on stuff so she wanted me to say hi to everyone for her. (You'd think she'd give a social person that job.)
I've lost my wafflehouse girlfriend. This is terrible. I'm gonna have to go find another one now. I'm not sure I can go on like this.
I've lost my wafflehouse girlfriend. This is terrible. I'm gonna have to go find another one now. I'm not sure I can go on like this.
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Dude, I can't figure out how you can have sex without killing people.
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And, you do realize not ALL of my bodily fluids are that poisonous right? I can spit at people without killing them and I don't have to use a special biohazard toilet or anything. Same is true for all that below the belt. It's NOT THAT POISONOUS. I think it might be slightly? It just means I can't have sex every day.
Which is sad.
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