Vincent and Eliza made me icons. I'm now their bitch. Eliza made me a layout. I'm going to marry her, as long as Vincent doesn't mind. He damn well better not.
Dykeadelic, right on. No, don't kick his ass, then i'll have to kick your ass, and we know how that will go down, then we can't be cheerbitches together. GASP! We'll just do the engaged plan.