Serena Vox
ONE love, blood, life
Here for a few minutes before bed.
Evening, Serena.
How's it going?
BONNIIIIIEEEEEEEEE.
How've you been?
PRETTY GOOOD
Just waiting for Christmas, mainly. Oh, and I crashed my sister's car the other day. But that's the only downer.
Morning Axver. (Well, I haven't technically been to bed yet, but fuck it, it's 3 am.)
Not too bad. Put up the tree and decorated it today. Went out some places. And holy shit do I feel funny. All the blonde that was in my hair? GONE.
How are you?
Shit, that sucks. How bad is it damaged? I assume you didn't get too badly hurt?
By the way, I scanned some of my drawings.
Ha, you didn't put your tree up until just today? I thought I was always the last person to get around to it, heh. Every year on the 13th.
I'm alright. Did some gunzelling today, which was good, but most of the shopping I had to do was kind of a bust. Now I'm just seeing how worse the WTAHNN trainwreck has become. I think there might not be any survivors.
Oh, I'd say that I'm just fine. It's not too bad, just the passengers side of the front is pretty badly done up, but the lights work. Unfortunately for me, it's basically been written off by the RAA and it'd be cheaper to just get a "new" car of that old type rather than fix it. Mum said she'd cover it this time, so I'll have to make a point of not doing this again, especially since my sister's coming back home in just four months.
Serena, I think the recent false alarms about an imminent U2 announcement have just destroyed the sanity of WTAHNN. The survivors of the trainwreck all ran around in circles, got dizzy, and stumbled haphazardly off a cliff.
Wait, discussing cooking and showers is girly?
Oh, I see your point.
Don't joke about that.
And yes.
I like his avatar.
It seems ... worryingly sexual.
It seems ... worryingly sexual.