dear journal:
i'm travelling with that goddamn uncertified quack now, against my will, and have a broken nose to show for it. since then, he hasn't stopped calling me every fucking word he can put together with the word "fag". if i wanted that kind of treatment, i would have stayed in fucking high school. and then, wouldn't you know it, hanna
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[ translation: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ]
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there isn't a journal.
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No, Connie! You've got so much to live for without ending it all with a stake!!
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Gyuhhh! W-What do you m-- [ and then he sees her damaged head. ] What the fuck did you do to yourself?
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... And did you say zombie?
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Yeah. I did. He's tall, green, and...dead. You couldn't miss him if you tried.
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Interesting! I'll have to keep an eye out.
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....wait, stake? You mean like killing-a-vampire kind of stakes?
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A-And I didn't say that either! I meant a...uh. Steak. Like meat. I'm allergic to...cow.
[ nice save, conrad. ]
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[Oh, Sora. Your world(s) sound so childish.]
Really? Because it sounded like you were talking about being a vampire...
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I know what you mean, boss. This is 'bout the only time I've ever wanted a Starbucks around.
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At least someone here appreciates the things that are important.
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[ not that he could drink it, but he'd like the familiarity of sitting in a coffee shop and soaking in the environment. ]
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