May 9th, 2011

must have been something I ate, not even if you paid me dude, eww cooties, general disatisfaction

ficbits: open season

WHAT, I DON'T KNOW. MY STOMACH HURTS AND I'M BORED AND I HAVE SERIOUS GROWN UP STUFF I SHOULD BE DOING.

The four people left who read this journal know what fandoms I like. Or hell, my original stuff! That would tickle me pink.