Instead of last-minute packing for my trip - Florida, honey, woot! - or even finishing that analysis of the Metamorphosis like i should be doing, i’m dancing around my room, listening to “Short Dick Man”
Sinope
No one's reading this. And if you are, you can't prove it, so i'll just keep living my whole life thinking that no one reads the description. Is that a problem? Deal with it. (Sinope is feeling: pugnacious and third-person-prone today)
