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Oct 02, 2007 06:47

I don't feel much better. One small solar system down, a sun sent into supernova, and a race of...I don't know what the hell they were but they were ugly and stupid...wiped from existence and I still feel like slag.

*eyes Unicron*

....actually, for some reason I don't feel much like reaping destruction anywhere right now. *worried*

I'm so slaggin tired right now...


Sunstreaker

:: Alright. This needs to end.

What I want:

1.) You and 'Bout stop playing fucking head games with each other. No more of this drama " I hurt you, you hurt me" bullshit. I can't take it and it makes me want to do bad, bad things.
2.) You need to get some struts. Say what you mean instead of pretending to be such a moron. And stop whining like a femme all the time. It's disgusting and upsets 'Bout.
3.) Stop trying to blame me for your stupid problems. Grow some ball-bearings and own your responsibilities.
4.) I am not living with the two of you. I'll keep my own quarters. I'm not adverse to letting 'Bout come to me when he wishes. Unlike you, I have duties and responsibilities to take care of. That will give you two plenty of time with each other.
5.) I am not touching you--ever. Explain this to 'Bout.

Do these things, and we'll probably be able to coexist.

Runabout

I'm coming back. I expect you to be where I can find you. If you aren't--I come looking. * dangerous *

sunstreaker, bonds, 'bout, drama, space

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