Excuse the wonky-ass formatting of this post. I don't know what happened.
My perennial stabbing victim,
Andrew Patterson, decided to give me an "award". While I appreciate that he thinks I'm beautiful (*fluffs hair*), there will be a random stabbing in his future over this. Which is probably exactly why he did it. He says he doesn't like the stabbings, but they will continue until morale improves, damn it.
And now I have to do things. I'm supposed to do them in groups of seven, but I'm a non-co...
Published on September 25, 2012 16:59