May 20th, 2011
Apparently, some days you’re too busy to even remember hit the post button for half-assed comments about girls who move like a flip book and breathe like they have a fan rotor jammed inside their throats. Oopsies. Maybe it’s because the room is some kind of alternate dimension where tiny apartments are massive echo chambers. At least I can be assured that I’m spending about an equivilent amount of care and attention into this as JC Staff. Great work, guys.