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[notababysaver]

I really need to apologize for being a huge tool the past few days.

Rick? Essay. FIVE pages. I want it at my door before the weekend's over. And Mr. Record Player is coming back to live with me again until you're finished writing. And oh look... so are all your dumbass "anarchy" pins.

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[lilah_lawyer]

Can we both purge ourselves with mind-bleach?

I think I'd like to do that, right now.

[notababysaver]

Trust me. I've been trying to find a way to pour bleach in my ear without killing myself. No luck so far.

Honorable suicide might be the only option.

[lilah_lawyer]

I'll spend three hours a day thinking of you as a mercilessly unforgiving bitch, if you likewise picture me as a cutthroat executive, complete with custom-made dagger for severing spinal cords.

Deal?

[notababysaver]

It's a deal, evil corporate crazyass.

[lilah_lawyer]

I'll have my people meet your people and we can not have lunch together.

[notababysaver]

Sounds good, as long as my people don't actually have to show up to this meeting.

[lilah_lawyer]

I don't have people anymore, so... That works out, yeah.

[notababysaver]

I never had people to begin with, unless you count the trailer park freaks I spy on in my free time. So I guess none of it really matters.

... Which makes this situation a lot like life. How cosmic of us.

[lilah_lawyer]

I can't say my own revolved around stalking the aesthetically-challenged, but, hey - whatever light your rocket!

[notababysaver]

Eh, what's the point of living in a trailer park if you can't take in the local color?

[lilah_lawyer]

Regular apearances on 'Jerry Springer'?

[notababysaver]

Yeeeaaah... not if I have to pay for my own airfare.