The Writer's Café

(Insert Blushy Face Here) What can I say?

 

D'aww, 'sokay Smighter. (Pats head awkwardly)

At least, I'd picture that to be awkward, considering my grand height of 5'1"

 

Wait wait wait...

You called me a fangirl...

IMA FANBOY D:

 

Fine, fanboy. I can just imagine you— you know, out of pity, I won't finish that sentence. (Continues awkwardly patting Smighter's head)

 

Oi, wut were you saying?

 

Nothing at all. *Cheeky grin*

 

Say it you bugger! (Ender's Game reference. )

 

Nevar!

 

*refuses to post on fanfic till you say like a brat*

 

I was just going to say I can picture some mildly puppylike resemblance of you gushing over musicians.

Yeah. That's all

 

Haha yeah I totally believe you.

 

It's not like you're dragging anymore out of me. Haha.

Unless you somehow managed to drug me, but let's not go there for fear of creepy things.

 

*hides the needle* What drugs??? *nervous laugh*

 

Haha, rainbows

Anywaaaaays. I've done a whole lot of talking today/night. 0-o

 

Why 0_o?

 

My brain is turning to mush, I have 2500 words of creative writing to finish, and some seriously weird lattices to draw

 

And another 2000 QC strips to get through, but I have yet to complain about that.

 

D: 2000 creative writing??

 

What? No, Questionable Content xD 'Tis a pretty cool comic. Long though.

I'm planning on finishing my lord knows what for creative writing tomorrow, if I manage to wake up before noon. The math-lattice thing just needs to be colored (and it's not gonna be colored well). And I have a history project that I will probably end up doing later.

 

Daaaaaaamn. Sleep deprived me is talkative.