probably ignorable, just ramblings

none of my characters can be thought of in an innocent way anymore.

ever.

said destructive skype convos/short rp's were hilariously dirty tho. even though i can't look at some of the precious brain-children the same way ever again. 

not even tanks are safe.

moving is stressful, i need more sleep, and i don't care how terrible this journal looks.
i really want to work on things, but can't. Packing.