Consider this your warning that there will be drinking in my future.
*stares hollowly at YIM window*
*(Dear Whoever Is Responsible For This - if she starts writing this, I am totally sending you long, sad emails about how you totally hijacked her and how I cry every night into my pink lacy pillow. They will be long. And sad. And possibly repetitive? Depending on my attention span and everything. Love, Seperis)
**(Okay, if anyone gives her Panic at the Disco recs, I am totally not responsible for my actions.)
***(Oh God, someone did.)
ETA: YOU ARE TRYING TO HIJACK HER IN MY LIVEJOURNAL. OH MY GOD. WERE YOU ALL RAISED BY POPSLASHERS?