Roxy, Mizz Rose

I used to assistant manage at a shoe store and I loved it. I was really young and goofy at the time (not so young now, but still pretty goofy). When the store was empty, I would throw shoes, purses, belts, etc. over the shelving and onto the heads of my workmates. Fun! And, of course, we had to blast our music.

I wouldn't worry about the crying over fic. I do it from time to time. Our feelings make us human. I would be afraid if I read something that was obviously meant to make me feel and I felt nothing at all. Either something would be wrong with me or seriously wrong with the fic.

Don't worry. Even us badass bitches cry.