I'M NOT CRAZY! YOU'RE CRAZY!

THAT'S RIGHT, ALL OF Y'ALL!

I can't really be the only person on the whole internet who drank bagged milk in the school cafeteria, can I?

Not bagged milk like in Canada - bag milk like this:



ETA:  *SIGH* I guess Kon drinks his milk out of a carton then!

AW YEAH PROGRESS

Hey, everybody, look how I spent my Halloween?

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God, that's fucking beautiful. I think I may cry!

LOOK LOOK I'M FINALLY TO THE GOOD STUFF!

Twenty minutes later, he was pacing the floor of Alvin Draper's apartment. Tim sat crosslegged on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers steepled over his mouth like a supervillain's. "Dude," he said, as he paced, "you can't laugh."

"I'm not sure I can promise that," Tim said, with a strong overtone of amusement.

Kon whirled around and pointed a finger at him, "No, dude! You can't laugh. For real!"

Tim smiled just a little with the corner of his mouth. It was the face he usually made when he thought Kon was being an idiot, but he didn't mind much. Kon couldn't look at him. He turned and stared out the tiny, grimy window at the brick wall of the next building over. "I need you to be my boyfriend," Kon said quickly, and then bit his lip.