- Piano Recital tomorrow and I don't feel a thing. Although, I'm sure I'll deal with a severe case of nerves and trembling fingers tomorrow. Oh dear. Wish me luck. Hope I don't trip down the stairs.
- Aw, I probably won't know anyone there, so I'll resort to sinking down in a quiet corner, keep a straight face, and die a little inside.
- HOLY MACARONI ( or as Chryss would say: holy bamboo shoots!!!! ) THEY JUST POSTED A PHOTO OF ME ON TWITTER SMILING LIKE A LOONY LUNATIC. Oh, that squishy barbarian-slash-dwarf-slash-gorgeous woman of a Frances, who probably won't see this but I don't really care. *poke ∞ ∞*
- T'was funny.
- But....................................................................... oh well.
- Aha, I'm trying to dampen my anger towards you, push it down a little.
- I'm serious. You irk me. I don't know why, but you do.
- I'm getting sleepy. Can you all please leave me in peace with the silence of the night so I can hammer my emotions unto these black and white keys?
- thou shall not ruin the song or the artist
- Ok, have the sweetest of dreams. Sleep tight.
Thank you for making me smile.
I'm better off with things that make me smile.
Or people that make me smile.
I still think I'm losing myself.
I hope you don't overuse that expression. Please.
I hope you don't overuse that expression. Please.
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