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//My name is Sammie and my job includes wearing tie dye shirts and dancing to stupid and common dances

I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

ooc:

[My job is wearing my undies around all day! Oh gosh, but I slept in the nude once and it was weird.]

[ninemelodies-archive]

//Hi I'm Sammie and I think you're a total nerd even though we've never EVER spoken before like wow the biggest nerd and this is my opinion so therefore this is something about me because it pertains to me and yea Max is a nerd

I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

//if we’ve never spoken before how do u know my name *twilight zone theme plays*

[umbraeperpetuus]

♣ //wrong number while drunk aayyy

Axel and Demyx Need To Stop Playing W/ My Phone JFC meme

Request granted: ♣ wrong number while drunk but i swear i thought i was just having juice…

[TEXT]: honetlu thjo its not funny

itsn ot my faujlt i cantmgomondates

its nto a big ether thomright/ wer’e mtoo busymwith work anywau

sorru immgonna turnmon auto correct

                               [SENT]

[TEXT]: Ok they were making fuming

fun

of me for having no first kiss yet

so I May have punching one of them

punched one off. Them

or two

              [SENT]

[vexenchillingworth]

MOAR DERPTIEMS WITH NAMINAY

[describing Drammatical Murder endings]

Vexen: So basically the soul is in the head and the bag of holding is in the rectum

Naminé: -dying-

[vexenchillingworth]

Naminé and Vexen Derptiems

Vexen Chillingworth: dammit skype and your notifications -pets-

inkedinmemory: tis butts

inkedinmemory: and not even good butts

Vexen Chillingworth: tis flat butts

Vexen Chillingworth: the desolate kind of butts

Vexen Chillingworth: o^o

inkedinmemory: barren landscape of a booty

Vexen Chillingworth: the concave wastes

Vexen Chillingworth: =^=

Vexen Chillingworth: ...

Vexen Chillingworth: why did I just picture that scene with Mufasa and Simba.

Vexen Chillingworth: "everything the light touches is suitable booty"

Vexen Chillingworth: "but what about the dark shadowy place"

Vexen Chillingworth: "shh that's the land of bony, concave butts. YOU MUST NEVER GO THERE"

inkedinmemory: DEAR GOD

[hallucinogenicoverload]

Movie night //Imma be a piece of shit and send it in with his cousin.

23 Your muse keeps fidgeting

Namine had picked out the movie, something she had apparently been wanting desperately to watch for who knows how long, and Riku had figured why not humor her? After all, sitting still for an hour and a half didn't sound like a horrible idea. However, if he had known what was in store, he would have declined the invitation. 

The name of the movie had long been forgotten with his annoyance, but it didn't seem all too horrible. No, what made this experience the worst was the way his cousin kept fidgeting beside him. It went anywhere from her just moving a leg to the entirety of her body shifting, brushing against his own on the closeness of the girls couch. 

Finally unable to hand it any longer, the male turned, pushing himself away. "Namine, will you stop it!?"

[abnormallyprecious]

With slight hesitance the woman reached out, her thin fingers curling around the doorknob to the shop she had been planning on visiting before the week was up. Sure, this was going to be expensive, but she had been saving up, and she was ready for this. So, with a swallow and quick grab to the messenger bag hanging off her left shoulder. Inside were some designs, not sketched well but at least showing what she wanted, and hey wouldn't the artist be able to draw? They could always fix them up and make it perfect.

Pushing it open, the female entered, the smell of disinfectant managing to hit her square in the face. Good. Slowly she entered the lobby, her heels making the softest of sounds against the flooring before she finally managed to call out into the area. 

"Hello?"