DEAR COBB,
It is your fault that when listening to the Ani Difranco song
Slide, which is in fact kind of a hurty song and not at all hilarious, I end up in wild hysterics. Why? Oh, because of the line "when I look at you I squint/you are that beautiful."
JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE RUINED ALL SQUINTS FOR ME,
J
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Arthur, darling,
Look I know you love Eames and everything and that's great, but if you could stop getting all soppy and stupid and just, um, behave for long enough for me to write out this stupid fucking story that would be so super fab. I will write you some porn next, I promise.
Cheers,
J
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EAMES,
NOT THAT IT ISN'T PLEASANT BUT SERIOUSLY STOP TRYING TO HIJACK EVERY IDEA I HAVE AND INFUSE IT WITH GETTING DRUNK AND PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON ARTHUR'S ASS.
I AM TRYING TO WRITE,
J
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Dearest friendlist,
Leave me Inception prompts or something? I can't promise I'll fill them because I am like notoriously bad at that kind of thing but rrrrrgh I am very stuck and I FEEL LIKE WRITING BUT IT IS NOT COMING OUT RIGHT and I am having structural issues with these stupid fucking Arthur & Eames meet each other's families fics and THIS CAMPING AU NEEDS A PLOT and the film thing is so fucked that I don't even and dfjdsfsdkfhdsjkfhksd.
*Whimper*,
J