Raaaaaiiiining. Just open the balcony doors and listen to it while I read Warren Ellis' twisted ramblings about the fictitious (and I DO mean fictitious, not fictional) comic book, THE LONELY DEATH OF GOT NO LEGS BOY.
Very quiet now. Which is good... Made the mistake of getting dinner right during peak time, when the dining hall is filled with a shmillion people, half of whom are staggering around like dazed retards completely unaware of anyone else, the other half of whom are racing about madly, apparently trying to phase through me.
And in the middle of this, scary, scary seven-foot-tall Amy unexpectedly puts her arm around my waist, yanks me to her and growls menacingly, "My baby." And I know she thought this was terrifically amusing, but I'm mildly traumatized by the whole thing and would prefer to be notified WELL IN ADVANCE if anyone not on my approved list decides to molest me.
Very quiet now. Which is good... Made the mistake of getting dinner right during peak time, when the dining hall is filled with a shmillion people, half of whom are staggering around like dazed retards completely unaware of anyone else, the other half of whom are racing about madly, apparently trying to phase through me.
And in the middle of this, scary, scary seven-foot-tall Amy unexpectedly puts her arm around my waist, yanks me to her and growls menacingly, "My baby." And I know she thought this was terrifically amusing, but I'm mildly traumatized by the whole thing and would prefer to be notified WELL IN ADVANCE if anyone not on my approved list decides to molest me.