Oh my goodness. There's so much drama, I can hardly keep up~
Gosh gosh GOSH.
Lets see, most of it has to do with s- with the hot n sweaty rumpey-bumpey so I'm not really interested in hearing about it. I guess it's back to the books for me~
let x be the distance from here and the mirrors and let y be the square of the hypotenuse of the angle between hydrogen molecules bonded to oxygen multiplied by the number of cells in the body and the gross weight of all the inhabitants; let z be the collective weight of their souls.
[ Somewhere in the dressing room, this little dollface is sitting away from anything and anyone, all the while doodling in a large white sketch book.
Or at least trying to. There are plenty of crumpled up pieces of paper and every so often, a new one sails into the air and tries to land in the garbage can.