So when I'm not aimlessly meandering about doing whatever it is I do when I'm so jacked up I can't think I now live in an apartment.
I do not like being in such close quarters with that boogery thing.
He kept pointing at my nose and howling in delight and other things someone really really stupid might do when confronted with a reindeer posessing a nose such as mine.
Speaking of which....
WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL AN ERUDAMNED REINDEER? I am going to break free of this tiresome form! I am sick of forcing anything with appossable thumbs to work my needles for me (andIamnotafuckingaddictdammit)! I am sick of prancing about like some sort of prancing thing... that... prances a lot! *stamps* This ends NOW.
Or maybe after I take a little nap.