It looked like a face. I was panicking.
Oh right, the scary 'face' caused by the light hitting your lighting fixture.
I got bored. You judged me earlier. I can't remember what for. Pretty sure it was for the face I saw, but I know ya did. Jerk.
Who's judgin'? And why are we doing visitor messages?
You judge me too much. -__-
It's my favorite place to do so.
I enjoy creeping on you, Jim.
Now I can creep on your dream journal, too.
