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I've nothing of use to say here except, whatever you may find yourself doing in life, never. Ever. Give sweets to a girl who has just recently had three cups of strong coffee. The result will be something that will haunt your dreams forevermore.
Seriously, Mel, you freaked me the crap out.
I must begin my quest for userpics. I demand more Roxas in my Live Journal life. And Axel. And Xigbar. ...And Riku.
Edit: Mel thinks it a fine idea to prompt me on how to use a livejournal. She told me to talk about my username. Here goes:
When I was about six, my arm broke. My brother is at fault entirely; it was his bright idea to place a young girl on roller blades and allow her to attempt rolling down a hill unsupported. At any rate, the doctor said it'd take at least six long lusted after summer weeks to heal fully. I was devastated, as we had just built a pool in our yard and the cast was not to be wet. In my spare time I sat and hoped and wished I could heal faster, and because of my constant prattle my father was inspired to compose a poem for me. He called it "Radical Ulna". I took this as a good omen, and every chance I had I repeated it, even making a little tune up for it. I possibly thought it a spell of some sorts. Miraculously to everyone, I healed in four weeks and was able to sucker punch my brother for all the pool time lost. Still now, the poem remains one of my favorites |B.
I think this shall be put in my userinfo.
Seriously, Mel, you freaked me the crap out.
I must begin my quest for userpics. I demand more Roxas in my Live Journal life. And Axel. And Xigbar. ...And Riku.
Edit: Mel thinks it a fine idea to prompt me on how to use a livejournal. She told me to talk about my username. Here goes:
When I was about six, my arm broke. My brother is at fault entirely; it was his bright idea to place a young girl on roller blades and allow her to attempt rolling down a hill unsupported. At any rate, the doctor said it'd take at least six long lusted after summer weeks to heal fully. I was devastated, as we had just built a pool in our yard and the cast was not to be wet. In my spare time I sat and hoped and wished I could heal faster, and because of my constant prattle my father was inspired to compose a poem for me. He called it "Radical Ulna". I took this as a good omen, and every chance I had I repeated it, even making a little tune up for it. I possibly thought it a spell of some sorts. Miraculously to everyone, I healed in four weeks and was able to sucker punch my brother for all the pool time lost. Still now, the poem remains one of my favorites |B.
I think this shall be put in my userinfo.
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