Like finally, since world war 1, I went to oac. Yes, a congratulation would be appreciated. I realized how I can actually be weird-er than usual, and that's simply impossible. Oh, and I felt so exposed just now. Somebodyby the name of SHIVASANKARI kindly unhooked something. Other than that, I released myself from the negative thinking and I ended up with a messed up hair, random songs sung and running around like a kukujiao (KKW told me what it meant) being chased by dogs. Oac and Captain's ball makes a good burp, if that makes sense at all.
Weekend Wars:
• Gig, I'll be waiting. And piggy bank, you'll die out of hunger for money fo sho.
• Escape possible risk of cleaning before my sister's engagement.
• Manipulate my mind into thinking local music is nice.
To-Do-List;
Get a more strong and protective "cover" for my (barely there) "assets".