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[iambicbongos]

Yesterday, my dad and I left the apartment with my mother's car to drop it off at her house and then walk back to ours.  It's a two or three mile walk, I'd say.  So, my father requested that I not wear the skirt I was wearing (one that Jayne just gave me that, admittedly, barely covers what it's there to cover).  Begrudgingly, I changed into a long

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[tucumcari]

God, Lily, you're such a city poet.

[iambicbongos]

That's exactly what I was going for when I wrote this entry.

[rahnia]

You should sue that bee for all he's worth.

Wait a second. A bumble bee? Those don't usually sting unless they're really pissed off. What did you DO?

[iambicbongos]

Shit if I know.

[tucumcari]

Maybe you just said bumble bee because you're an idiot, and it was really a honey bee or, worse, a yellow jacket. Because, really, you have to seriously fuck with a bumble bee to piss them off. I used to catch them when I was little, before A) I knew that I was allergic to bees, and B) I was aware that they actually had the cababilties to sting.

[iambicbongos]

It was a bumble bee, asshole.

[wormonacropolis]

Yeah! Pussy!

[wormonacropolis]

Aladdin- Have you read the script yet?

[tucumcari]

I'm reading it right now.

[tucumcari]

Alright, I finished. It's terrible. I'm going to write the first half, now, and because I didn't do any active reading (marking and post-it noting every page), I probably missed some important parts that will be unexplained when they come about in the second act. I'll post it there when I'm done, or on Lily's next post if that comes first.