Bad Medicine

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    I'm no longer writing in this. Well, at least for now.

    I'm just using this journal to post rather questionable fan fiction. So don't freak out. They're for commissions on a group I'm participating for. So yeah, things are gonna get kinda weird.

Thanks,

The  Management

    Sure, it now has a big gay ad on the top of the page. But the background fits on my page more, and you can actually read everything. Thank god for livejournal junkies.


    This town deserves a better class of criminal...and I'm gonna give it to em...
 

That's a new one for me.

I drove around everywhere!

I even drove down hill and stuffs!

I saw Ryan on his way to work, and we made eye contact...but he couldn't see my true identidy behind my sex-glasses. My shneaky trickery strike again!

   I remember the trenches. The walls made of desks, the paper flying over your head as you try to avoid them, the desk-tanks moving slowly towards the front lines. But the funniest part is this.

Walker: To destroy a stalemate, what kind of technology would Germany and Austria-Hungary use?

Me: POISONOUS GASES! *with so much enthusiasm, great idea putting me in a war class...*

Walker: Right! But I don't think brought my yellow paper. Hm...

Me: Yellow!? *points to a punch of yellow bulletin pins on a WWI map* Hey! Those pins are yellow, they can work! *grin*

Walker: *stares, shakes his head disapprovingly, then proceeds to chuck a paper ball at me*

   I literally am the Desert Fox...I love war.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sound like an emo kid, but I feel hollow...like something is missing and I have no idea what it is. Let's list what I'm not missing...

1. My Rocky Horror gear. I didn't leave any at the theatre...

2. My school registration papers I need to get my schedule, and all filled out and signed.

3. None of my friends are dead or missing. Thank god.

4. All of my romantic interests are still there, they aren't farther or more non-existent than usual.

5. My more important innards...I checked.

6. The Nazis in my head are all there...yeah, I hear all of them...

7. Yeah, I've never had my sanity to begin with...

I don't know what's wrong...but this empty feeling doesn't feel good physically. *pouts*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!