I'm popular?
I'm off the internet for 48 hours, and I have 400-some-odd emails and a buttload of LJ backed up. Whoa.
You know you're a cosplay fantard when part of your dream is being late to go backstage for masquerade, and then realizing you are in an all-black suit-cut costume with white tennis shoes.
There's Rotel cheese dip out. I like.
And I have a fuckton of homework to catch up on by Monday.
You know you're a cosplay fantard when part of your dream is being late to go backstage for masquerade, and then realizing you are in an all-black suit-cut costume with white tennis shoes.
There's Rotel cheese dip out. I like.
And I have a fuckton of homework to catch up on by Monday.