dear plurk, you suck. all me to revise. my standards are low. i would kill to read a cute, non-sexified story.
even one that reads really rushed, but is still cute
... i should not be talking to myself online
maybe i should make one and make myself happy
seungri ducks into a cd store with his cap wet and hair plastered to his face like vines
he glances apologetically at the owner, but the owner gives him a soft grin and ushers him deeper into the store
on slanted aisles, there are cases and ethereal faces that stare curiously at him, from his squishy, water-logged shoes to the foggy glasses
lol, where are you, my punctuation marks?
the elevator music of vivaldi's four seasons stop with a noise that reminds him of the crinkling of foil paper before the song that two
girls from his math class kept singing at lunch time blared out of the dusty speakers hanging over his head
dear me, you should stop coming up with random shit in middle of procrastinating, please and thank you
he doesn't remember who sings it, but in the middle of lunch, three other girls had joined in and by that time, seungri was searching for
another shady place to sit under
... fml, i can't move my legs as easily. my back hurts. i can't see well... i am getting old! ))))))):
i love fanboy!seungri and fanboy!henry
leehom kicks arse all over the world~
why is my chinese non-existent? i do not like, no!
ide... forever and a day. forever and a day. ;~;