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tabular_rasaSredni Vashtar is a vastly amusing story. I think Tory would really like it . . . I will make her read it. I also think she would quite enjoy drawing a little picture of the pale British boy stroking his ferret maniacally . . .
"Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar . . . "
Don't read this next paragraph; it's gross.
I am having an immaculately conceived miscarriage-- God decided at the last minute he didn't want me as the virgin to carry his child for the second coming and so now he's getting rid of it. My period is coming out in chunks and it's painful and positively DISGUSTING. Blecch . . . worst cramps ever. These are big chunks, too, like pieces of my freaking uterus. I don't know why I bother to type this in here, and I hope to dear God you spared yourself having to read that.
Okay, you're good now, from here on out.
I wonder if Nichole is out of the hospital yet.
I need a good, romantic, minor piece on the Group I list to play for Contest . . .
I have a lot of World History homework to do.I don't want to read Chapter 3 for Economics. Why are we reading so fast in there?
I'm sort of inspired to write my story, but I bet you I won't.
I want to start over at the very beginning and edit again. I have some more new angles I need to put in there . . . God, I was the Queen of Fluff-o-matic back when I started in 9th grade . . .
It's been almost three years. On the tenth; that's the anniversary.
I love the New World Symphony. I love it a lot.
I want that movie from Laura. I need to figure out how to copy it.
"Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar . . . "
Don't read this next paragraph; it's gross.
I am having an immaculately conceived miscarriage-- God decided at the last minute he didn't want me as the virgin to carry his child for the second coming and so now he's getting rid of it. My period is coming out in chunks and it's painful and positively DISGUSTING. Blecch . . . worst cramps ever. These are big chunks, too, like pieces of my freaking uterus. I don't know why I bother to type this in here, and I hope to dear God you spared yourself having to read that.
Okay, you're good now, from here on out.
I wonder if Nichole is out of the hospital yet.
I need a good, romantic, minor piece on the Group I list to play for Contest . . .
I have a lot of World History homework to do.I don't want to read Chapter 3 for Economics. Why are we reading so fast in there?
I'm sort of inspired to write my story, but I bet you I won't.
I want to start over at the very beginning and edit again. I have some more new angles I need to put in there . . . God, I was the Queen of Fluff-o-matic back when I started in 9th grade . . .
It's been almost three years. On the tenth; that's the anniversary.
I love the New World Symphony. I love it a lot.
I want that movie from Laura. I need to figure out how to copy it.
