Evil mall
Mall. Shopping. Four fucking hours.
Dead. *dies*
Ps. No one wants my icondrabbles. *sulks* There are only 7 sign-ups so far so there are 13 slots still left. Come on, people. You don't want me stuck on Crete with no bunnies, do you? *puppy eyes* And remember, sometimes they turn into ficlets...
I'm going to print the requests out at work tomorrow to take them with me so you have until then.
[ETA. My boyfriend is on TV!! Superman 5.4 with the very Fine professor. Hubby finds it highly amusing that he's a history teacher. 'Of course he's evil, we all are.' *g*]
Dead. *dies*
Ps. No one wants my icondrabbles. *sulks* There are only 7 sign-ups so far so there are 13 slots still left. Come on, people. You don't want me stuck on Crete with no bunnies, do you? *puppy eyes* And remember, sometimes they turn into ficlets...
I'm going to print the requests out at work tomorrow to take them with me so you have until then.
[ETA. My boyfriend is on TV!! Superman 5.4 with the very Fine professor. Hubby finds it highly amusing that he's a history teacher. 'Of course he's evil, we all are.' *g*]