Yes, here we are. It's dark when I wake up in the morning, and there's frost on the roofs. I'm putting on my scarf and gloves, crocheting a hat, and wearing woolen socks inside. Speaking of which, I want woolen socks for Christmas. Because you know, it's autumn and Christmas lists have to be made. That's how it is.
Autumn also means birthday. I'm finally turning the age everyone else has been an entire year. Fun, aye? I'm going to be old for like a month, before people start turning 18 and I'm left behind again. Oh well, I'll get even when we're older. Suckerrrrrrs.
Anyway, I'm bored as usual. I've pretty much stopped submitting stuff, but