When this subject line came up in my inbox, I spat an embarrassing amount of tea everywhere :( Just so you know. *shrug*

The bill for my new keyboard is totally coming your way.

Dear LORD, WOMAN. WHY MUST YOU POST THESE THINGS UNDER MY NOSE. LIKED IT? FUCK, MAN. THIS BLOWS MY CRAP-DRAWING OUT OF THE GODDAMN WATER. IF YOU EVER SAY YOU CAN'T WRITE FRAN EVER AGAIN I WILL HURT YOU. BUT THE HURT IS LOVE-PROPELLED SO.

RUBBISH. But... I really am just pathetically glad that it's at the very least all right :3 I was so nervous when I posted it and then had to bugger off out straight away. Nrrgh.

We're nowhere near even, though. Not by a long shot! *shakes fist*