I know, I know, I'm not happy with the arrangement either. Here's hoping we'll never need it.

Big thick crackling spikes.

The weight of them. Stuffing my intake full of them. The way they taste when they first start to throw static. Getting fragged by them until my vision whites out.

Everyone go commend Wheeljack on his taste in steam.

Thought about self-servicing this morning and in response, tumblr swung in through the closed window and killed me instantly.

In honor of the new crackdown on all things fun, I'd just like to remind everyone that the first time I ever had my valve eaten out, it was in front of a small crowd of fellow students.

Unlike tumblr, I know my audience.

I'd like to take this final hour before the protest ends to announce that in my spark, I have never been wetter.

Well, that was something! Back to tumblr, where I'll regale you all with stories of Breakdown and I fragging through a strategically placed hole in a tarp and scouring afterwards.