Dang, I am going to be glad once I finally find him and do sex and have the romantical type of love. For the obvious reasons, obviously, but also so I can friggin’ write about other stuff.
My brain is so preoccupied on the daily by the idea of love and all that that implies, and I can barely stick a thought in sideways about the time-space continuum or Terminator metal.
I need an external brain for more stuff. Partitioned for Apple and PC, please. (Stupid Asian Justin Bieber)