adriengriffon

And THIS, my friends, is why I should not be allowed near a computer, piece of paper, or any sort of writing utensil at 4:30 in the morning. Thinking about finally reuniting with my other half has OBVIOUSLY warped my brain, as THIS little scene illustrates beautifully:

The setting: My apartment. Picture boxes along one wall, as Roman has just moved in. It's early evening, I'm not as pissed off (read: hungry) as I could have been, probably due to said cute guy moving in. That is, I'm afraid, the ONLY reason this FLAMING gay designer still breathes.

( I am SO not your 'darling' )

 

The moral of the story? I should go to bed at a decent time, and anyone who DARES think that just because I sleep with another man, I'm some sort of flaming feminine...words fail me. Crack jokes at your own peril. I know where your muses live, and they WILL suffer my wrath.

OOC: I really really shouldn't stay up this late anymore...either that or I should stay up this late more often! Either way, I'm laughing too hard to sleep well at the moment *sigh*