Dear My Friends

[roxy]

You know when folks tell you back your shit up, and you say, 'yeah, yeah, sure I will--tomorrow.' Well, tomorrow never comes, or rather it comes when you least expect it. All my shit is looooooost. I cry bitter fucking tears, my friends.

This sucks. Oh well. What are you gonna do, hah? Stiff upper lip, my dears.

Say, Bobby's on The Mentalist! I missed all of it, pooh!

Comments

[tabaqui]

Awwwww!
*hugs you tight*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm done. I'm moving in with you. Either that, or I'm taking up smoking cigars. Or taxidermy. I'll need a NEW FUCKING HOBBY!!!!!

On the other, less crazyazz hand, I'm filling up a notebook with notes and snippets of a really weird story...*G*

[tabaqui]

Okay then!! We'll have to buy a futon or something....
*plots*

:)

I still need to read your fic that you posted, Silver John, i had it open and then something crashed and now it's buried under a billion other bookmarks. I am a bad, bad reader!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Nooooooooo!

I look forward to you reading it, I think it's not too shabby! :)