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@constant-mistakes-landon
For Conveniance I decided to move all of my blogs to side blogs, therefore while this specific blog is no longer active, the account has not died. Chloe's misadventures continue here.
That’s always a bummer. I know, as a guy who likes to sleep.
You can say that again.
James Dean
Landon always found something oddly comforting in the whole "Rebel without a cause" idea.Â
"Thank you, that would be the least you can do. Since I do need that couch. Unless you want me to sit on you?"
"I might not be completely against being sat on."
Probably. I normally set alarms for things anyway, otherwise I’m always late.
It's good except for when you don't remember why you even set the alarm in the first place.
"Oh phew ehehehe, you scared me there. I’m Lucy, it’s nice to meet you."
"Landon."
I was going to let you sleep, man. But your alarm went off.
Oh huh... guess I knew I was gunna fall asleep and needed to be woken up. Don't worry about it, dude - I probably have something I need to do, just can't think of it at this moment.Â
"But… I swallowed a button once. Does that mean I have plastic blood?!"
"No. Plastic is not one of those thing your stomach turns into blood."Â
"Yes, well the night is still young."
"I guess that means anything could happen."
"Yes well I will rather spend my day at the library rather then in bed falling asleep."
"Sounds like a plan stan."
"You are sleeping there like its a bed. I actually need to use this music studio."
"What can I say Bro... Broette, I was tired. Though if you have needs here, I guess I can get myself up."
"WAKE UP!"
"Huh? Say what now?"
"But the bed is so much more comfortable rather than the chair infront of my desk! Third world war problems."
"Your choice man. Sleep or not failing."
"Yeah, but doesn’t that have to bite you so it’s in your blood? Your stomach just poops it out, right…?"
"But if it's radioactive maybe it can survive all the acid, and not just things that are in your stomach get broken up and goes into your blood because of that."Â
"And try to keep out of bed while writing and essay."
"Just make a huge barricade in front of your bedroom. You'd have to take it all out of the way to get to bed. It wouldn't be worth the effort."Â
Paint it Black, you might be able to summon The Rolling Stones then.
That would be pretty sick... I guess you are allowed to join the decorating team.
"Well isn’t there like… Acid in your stomach? If it wasn’t already dead then that’d kill it. Ugh, now I feel all yucky."
"But what if it was a radio active spider, like the one that bit Spiderman?"