Alexithymia~

I told you. I want you.

I love you so much. I'll make you another one.

I can't explain it right now...too tired. ;w;
Danceboxing. @w@;

*Huggles*
Bonan nokton, mia amo~

*English Poke*

No. >:O

It doesn't work that way. 3;
Dancing stuff. =3

D; Please don't scream Inki-chan. ;; *Holds tight and kisses your ear*

meow? ∑:3

I don't know...

Lol.
What pain? I think if you refer back to my second last VM. If you don't understand it after that, it probably means you shouldn't be thinking about it.

Oh, the guy with the Pikachu avatar, yeah.
Speaking of that, I have trouble communicating with some of your friends.
Decapitated Goat was talking to me earlier, and was acting weirdly. And Edam too, was a confused person I can't drive a normal conversation with for too long.

*is still holding* Oh, right. You do look cute though. *puts the wig on Haskill's head* It's just not the same D:

Probably novice. They may have either rotting or rotted out brains, but that doesn't mean they can't use strategy.

Well unfortunately for you, I have history on my side, with potato chips actually originating in New York because of a man whom kept complaining that his potato slices were too thin and soggy, so the guy who made them made them so thin that they couldn't be eaten with a fork. Later on, they were dubbed "Saratoga Chips", and after that being called what we Americans call them today: potato chips. TAKE THAT YOU CRISP EATING BOUNDER!

*is watching you plummet to the ground* As a Daedric Prince, I could save you... but nah, you deserve death.

To be quite honest, I haven't tried doing anything in french! xD;

Yeah, Sort of. Wanna know what it is? xP

Well, it would be funny if it was like blades of glory.
You could always find out where it is, then go there and be like "wewt"

No, I'm just psychic. ;3
You do?! I must make more. ^-^
@=(^-^@) @(oDo;)@ (@^-^)=@

Kickboxing. 8D;

TUYO. SIEMPRE TUYO. El mejor amor es tuyo. ^3^

*throws ice cream*
XD Oh dear. That's a nice option too. >3<

*Latin Poke*

Unicorn? @~@

Haha... well, everyone makes weard jumps with this weather. My father and I were out lately, and he almost shoved because of the ice. (the temperature got above 0, but now it's back under, so it's freezing over again.)

*joins in* YEEES STAAAAAAAY!

It sounds more like an artist sketchbook than a schedule. :]

*is still holding* WONDERFUL! I think I'll do that right now *puts a Ronald McDonald wig on your head*

The place is full of bandits, remember? Not undead. They're out of your league.

You're trying to get me into that whole "packet of crisps/potato chips" arguement aren't you?

You realize I spat on the pennies, right? Now they're all slippery and sticky :3

Sub-zero?

:3 What kind of schedule is it?

Eh, you seemed like a cool person- Don't hurt me! ;_;

Ha ha, no problem!

*is still holding* Can you imagine him with a wig? Besides, he looks better like that.

You're my best friend, so of course I would! :3

And did you want to have it for yourself?

*throws pennies off cliff* If you want 'em, go get 'em! By the way, you can't kill an immortal. It hurts like hell though...

*Spanish Poke*

O___O