DOTH THY HAIL THE MASTER RICHARD

"If choices are infinite, we may as well make one." ~Bioshock Infinite

So I'm in Walmart looking at ps3s cause I don't have one and I walk into the electronics isle and see the prices. I stop. Turn around. No leave. This shit is too expensive for me, I'm sticking to yaoi.

Idk what to do right now, but there's this guy I like and he likes me back, and I legit complimented him by "if you were a giraffe, you'd be my giraffe."

Am I the only one that sits around a messy room all day, then when I think about how I could be if I had motivation, I think of ways to accomplish this task, then I give up cause I question if whether or not I can actually finish this task (such as always having a clean room) cause I'm a lazy fuck.

Axel looked over at the sleeping boy, spikes of blonde jumping out all over the place. Getting up off the couch, he craned his neck to the left to check where the others went, when a sudden jolt of pain caused him to flinch. "Ow." Axel said out loud. He was rewarded a shift at his feet as a reply. The pile of pillows and blankets seemed to be hiding something. Curiously he kicked it hard. "Waaaaaaaat?" Demyx peeked from the rubbish, his face indicating a hangover. Poor guy. "Nothing........night night Demy." Axel said as he walked away, carefully hopping over the next 10 bodies of unconscious idiots. 'what the heck happened last night.' He thought to himself as he walked over to the kitchen and got himself a clean glass from the dried dishes. Trying to recall the past night, he opened the fridge and took out a jug of Orange Juice. He heard a shift behind him and swung the jug towards the mystery stranger. "OW. WHAT THE HELL AXEL." The prepubescent voice yelped in pain. He opened his eyes (when did they even close) and saw Roxas holding his left cheek in pain. Then they fucked.