Die Eier Von Satan.

[velouria]

Why do I do this? Why do I sit here in this really uncomfortable chair with the ill placed screw poking me, staring abnormally devoid of thought at the computer when I have two forty paged chapters in a Social Psychology book to read?
Despite that reading a bunch of shit about other persons and their social interactions irks me, seeing as how I don't give one flying fuck about social interactions; I have no reason not to be reading it.

Comments

[velouria.livejournal.com]

see? he's a keeper. and you haven't even seen his abs.

[vel0uria.livejournal.com]

o_O have you?

[velouria.livejournal.com]

repeatedly.

[ruxpin-exe.livejournal.com]

Given, they're not QUITE as impressive as cores, but I'm fond on them.