wahhh T_T
i'm at my cousin's. been sociable for HOURS and when i finally retreat to his computer, happy because i can finally write, the dumb thing refuses to accept my usb key!! T_T I r teh sad.
Well at least i made some progress on my treehouse pic. *sigh*
Gonna try writing anyway, but i don't know what.
Well at least i made some progress on my treehouse pic. *sigh*
Gonna try writing anyway, but i don't know what.

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Icing on the Cake
The sunbeam that slanted into the kitchen of the Haruno household was quickly swirled with a black smoke that streamed out the open window. “Augh, nooo…not Sasuke-kun’s precious caaaake,” whimpered Sakura at the tinted glass just below the source of the black smoke. With a heavy sigh, Sakura donned her pink flowery oven mitts, and pulled the black, crusty lump out of the oven.
What had started as a pretty little bundt cake was now a very nice doorstop, and Sakura’s dream of presenting a home-made cake to Sasuke in hopes of winning his heart over seemed dashed. With a groan, she dropped the black lump out the window with….wait, burned cakes go thump, not ow. Sakura leaned out the window, and noted the huge lump growing on Naruto’s noggin. “You tryin’ ta kill me, Sakura-chan? What’d I do this time?” “Hnph. I hate you! That’s all the reason I need, Uzumaki!” Sakura snarled back, and slammed the window shut. Turning back to the dirtied dishes, grumbling about idiots in orange jumpsuits who get in the way of her trash, Sakura jumped as she heard Naruto’s voice behind her. “At least it was a burned cake. It’d be a real tragedy if you’d messed up any precious ramen.” “HOW DARE YOU!”
CLANG.
“My cake pan!! Uzumaki, if your ugly face dented my pan…I’ll KILL you!!”
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...je te hais.
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(d'ailleurs l'eau est à 30° ^-^ hmm...)
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de toute manière me suis pas dépoilée pour la piscine, alors... XD
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