sorry I'm just in a desperate, paranoid sort of mood right now.
econs is slightly more than 12 hours away and I am facing the demon from London.
I feel like singing, "AND I'M TELLING YOU, I'M NOT GOING."
*PULLS SHIP UP*
dfsghfjhgjgh you can do ittttttt
THANKS EVERYONE BUT I FEEL LIKE SINGING THE SOUNDTRACK OF DREAMGIRLS TO CHEER MYSELF UP.
/STARTS PRACTISING CHEST-THUMPING
...............where the hell did that come from.
.......my chest. isn't. hairy. QING.