stepping into the familiar role of a wild woman once again
In response to the complaints and resquests to update my live journal, I have no choice but to oblige.
Today was like any other day. Very school-y. As I was being escorted down the corrider by my biatch Roland and my good chum Petah, we gradually arrived to our destination. The English dwellings. As we aprroached the door, I caught a glimpse of ( Read more... )
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