I was going to wait a few days before I posted the next one, but you know what? I feel like I just chugged a whole case of Rage-ahol. I don't think I've ever been quite so tweaked off in my life. And right now, I'm pissed at this entry for preventing from getting to last guy in the trio.
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So, let's call her Pants. )
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And honestly, I'm trying. I just want to get a chance to say it to someone, anyone. I was taught that "stress relief" was poking yourself in the forehead in ten second bursts. That mature people never bring anything up. That rage is only healthy if the other guy has a knife to your nadgers.
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And last I heard, dryads were um... trees (I thought they were oak trees only actually). Which aren't flowers. >_>;;;
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And yeah, Dryads are typically trees, but I've seen it for any nature spirit, up to and including Poison Ivy. My guy was a Birch tree.
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Mixing up words is fail.
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