I'm in love with Pancakes on the Rocks.
sumptuous. Utterly freaking sumptuous. Difficulty breathing. Mmmmm, pancakes...next time, have actual pancakes.
Social promiscuity...I'm divided on it. Fake talk, fake laughter, fake touch, fake life...Though, logically, it makes perfect sense. Fake from whose perspective bitch?
Certain things have cropped up, which I think I can deal with. I'm working on a process of having near perfect control over myself; lying is just so easy. Willpower is that other interesting part. Nearly there.
Anyway, Piscourse needs a girlfriend. Night...^^
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