I want those cookies. (round sugar cookies with pink cake frosting, like what’s sold at Vons and Winco on occasion)
No, no…
I want that BED.
Screw springs, let’s have some of that NASA-grade foam. That’s prime sleeping (and jumping) material!

(Speaking of which, maybe I should consider replacing mine… half of ‘em are sunken, so I find myself barelling inwards towards the wall. That’s what happens when I predominantly sleep or otherwise sit on one side of the bed for nearly 15 years…)

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Munchies are in place– including…. ramen! I’ma watch me some Conan. :D

I’ve since filled in some lines but this is otherwise a finished inkjob.

Dude… guildmaster bed is HUGE. Screw California King, this is freaking Rune-Midgard King. Waaaant.

C is for cookie. Rather generic-looking cookie… for now.

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Also my lair is now officially a NO BULLDOGS ALLOWED zone. Mother thought it would be safe to let Louie wander freely… big mistake, as said dog started sniffing around my room and he was really hyper because I was there, and within 30 seconds he managed to knock over the shelf holding Blastoise’s power strip. I saved right as he entered the room, but fortunately the only things that got unplugged were the monitors. And according to mother, apparently this was my fault because I was too slow in stopping Louie from sniffing around under the table and what-have-you. WTF?

The day was starting to not suck, and now it took a nosedive back into argh-ville. x.x

Hi.

Let’s see where this goes. Because of the narrative involved this is going to need SEVERAL pieces, and some may be out of order. I take no responsibility if you die of the cute. >_>;

And to those who have no idea WTF I’m talking about… *point*

Disclaimer: I’ve only been to one sleepover, ever. And I totally got silly-stringed for being the first to fall asleep. On the flipside, Lia’s dad made the tastiest giant pancakes EVER. Seriously, Tole-House Cafe and such will never be able to compete.