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I'm going to be gone for a few days. Hanging in the woods with my husband's friends and their wives. It's some weird kind of fifties flashback thing. I refuse to wear pedal pushers and a hostess apron. I might be persuaded to consume martinis, and I don't even drink. Now would have been a good time to refill that prescription for codeine...damn. No internet access, no porn, no laughs, no friends. poot.

I'm going to try and post SpN fic of What The Fuck You Fucking Piece Of Evil Soul Sucking Crap before I go.

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I'll bring you back the heads of my cabin mates...I mean--chocolates!

Ah story! I only abuse it so because I love it--but it keeps rewriting itself. Everytime I think I have an end it's like, wait, that doesn't make any sense. Friggin' story. I know what it wants. I might as well just give in. *siiiiiigh*