August 18th, 2004
*is seriously confused*
*goes for a walk in the woods to clear her head*
*is still pursued by those fucking nightingales* Just half an hour, guys, please, that's all I'm asking.
*smiles as the birds shut up*
Current Mood: tired
Now that is what I like to hear!
That'll teach the little bugger to go lifting up skirts at that Manwemas party.
Oh, he's done a lot worse since then.
Pretend I didn't say that.
*coughs* Well, yeah, look at the time. I've gotta be going it was nice seeing you though.
*is left alone to her wild imaginings* :\