Teehee.
It's been almost a year since I've touched this fic. I considered updating on its anniversary, but decided that since I'm bored and tripping on Slats Slats Slats, I'd humor myself.
Woe. Where has time gone? Slipped away with the virgin wind. Oh, woe!
That was me attempting to be funny. Yeah, I'm still not. Illegal narcotics can't even fix me. Damn.
But really, this year has gone fast. Another year gone by equals another year closer to death.
Success.
A bit bleak. My history teacher is under the impression that I'm so terribly withdrawn and I'll soon commit suicide. That would make you all happy, right? I'm glad I can help the community.
Oh, loves. Hope your most recent 365 days (Yes, I'm quite aware that it is, in fact, not 2011. Or, fuck, is it not?) have been most delicious for you. I will now depart.
Stay stupid; I wouldn't love you any other way.
Murreh Chreestmass (Happy Holidays is so anti-Jeebus)
-Taylor