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06 January 2006 @ 12:29 pm
I AM THE DESTROYER.  
When I cough, it takes me several minutes to catch my breath. I trail wadded up tissues behind me as I stumble about it my ratty old plaid robe and lobster slippers. The cat runs away from me, and then curls up on top of me to keep me warm. I am so sick it disgusts me. Also, I just want to say that I always feel like when I start a playlist and name it after what I want to call a fic, that the fic is half way written, but let me tell you all that this go around, I have a playlist and a title and not even one line of fic. My playlist+idea=fic equation is falling apart.

But BSG is on tonight, and I may do a post of stories I will never finish and soon I'm going to go out and have delicious foods. I suppose there is no reason to despair.
 
 
Current Mood: sicksick
 
 
 
BUT HARRY STYLESestrella30 on January 6th, 2006 05:39 pm (UTC)
*coughs and sniffles with you*

omg, baby. you poor thing! we can be sick twins! we can lie on our couches and moan in unison!

*moans*
(Anonymous) on January 6th, 2006 05:55 pm (UTC)
*curls up next to you and pulls blanket over head* I hate being sick.
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on January 6th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
So, yeah, that was me using my super special stupid skills to sign on as anonymous. Rock it me.