ps

post script:

btw (wait... do i really need btw if i wrote ps??) i think hp probably smelled the sweet liquor radiating from my body when i hugged her under the bright, balmy sun which was a factor in my wine-oh headache later on that afternoon.
i'm telling you, this work is turning me into a lush. or a drunk.

good luck at e3! do you need me to print screen any hits, for old times sake?! cause i will... and don't let perverted, braces-wearing, pale skin geeks touch you. hugs