Zo dat was het nu ga ik verder met mijn huiswerk. Prettige dag nog!
♥

Oh en sorry voor de spam, ik kon het niet laten.

I appreciate the effort. I do. That's a nice little present. But how about--I don't know, like a gift card? Wouldn't that be nice? A gift card? How about giving me a gift card instead of BURNING DOWN MY HOUSE AND THEN ATTEMPTING TO MAKE IT STOP BY CREATING EVEN MORE EXPLOSIONS?

I still love you.
Just please.
For the love of all that is holy.
STOP.
BURNING.
MY HOUSE DOWN.

Love, Erik

Oh, but you know what's the best? I mean, you know what makes my day?

When I'm writing, minding my own business, mind you, maybe listening to some Chopin, and all of a sudden, the Nocturne in C-Sharp minor is punctuated by the dulcet tones of a huge explosion.

And lo and behold, there you stand. In something that used to be my doorway.

Or when you make that weird face--you know which one I'm talking about? The one where you narrow your eyes like General Sheppard about to strike, and they get all weird and blue and start to glow? Yeah, it's just great waking up in the middle of the night and seeing that face hovering over my head. Really wonderful. Nothing like mistaking your pet for a demon at three in the morning and having a panic attack on top of your pillow because holy crap, Satan Bird, what are you doing in my room GET OUT NOW.

Dear Raven otherwise known as Kaido,
I love you. I do. We've had some great times together.
Like when you run around the piano and attempt to fly away.
Yeah. Pretty spry.
Or--hey, this is a good one--when you jump up on my writing desk and plant your butt on my musicsheets until I've given you enough food to be satisfied.
Pretty spry.
Or when you jump ON TOP OF THE PIANO WHEN I AM WORKING and hug me while making bird-noises while swinging that canon, which is terrifying, quite frankly, until I stop working and give you leave to shove your face into my chest and hug for the next half hour.
Pretty spry.

Ohoho, allow me to write your whole comment box full. I feel like it today.

Ah, I see. Yes, yes, I was quite aware of that, and it your poem amplified the power of your...rage.
Although I must admit it makes me wonder.
Does one rather hold Rage or Sadness?

Hm. I still really like it. So, ma'am. How was your day? Boring and dreadful or just boring?

xDDD You know you like it when I stalk you. *pokes* Plus....I'm sexy so you dont have to worry about anything...but your PANIES! *steals them and runs away* Hehehehehe~

yes. dat bg. ;D
xD
i have in my fb for full view. lol
okay. <3

Mah hair isnt that spiky. xDD