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My plans these days always end up getting turned upside down, and more often than not it's because I end up getting suckered into... rather OUT OF, my self-loathing broodfests. You know, the ones I plan the second I wake up, the ones where I plan on spending the entire day with a dark cloud over my head feeling sorry for myself?
Yeah. Those ones. And it's always because of Angelina. Okay, so I'm not really complaining, don't get me wrong. She was a sweet girl and I liked spending time with her, and as much as I hate to admit it, she could pull me away from the brooding and get my mind out of the bottomless pit of self-loathing.
Of course i'd planned on spending the day making sweet sweet love to a bottle of gin (yeah I know that sounded bad, but sue me, I love my gin), when I happened upon Angelina and her kid sister. Anyhow, despite my earlier plans of sitting alone in my apartment, I now had some company. Wasn't going to complain.
So I brought them back home, thankful I'd taken the time to clean it up a bit. Which granted, it wasn't really messy to begin with, i'm just a natural neat-freak and a bit compulsive when it comes to tidiness. Just my nature.
Anyhow, when we arrived, I opened the door and flicked on the light. "Home sweet Lorne," I told them as I suddenly realized Angelina hadn't been to my place since I first got here. She threw the place together for me but I added in my own personal touches. You know, black furniture, art deco junk, old nostalgia hanging on the walls, and things you'd only see in a 50's diner. Except it wasn't as camp as old Lorne would normally be. It was more... dark. Less tacky. You get the idea.
"Make yourselves at home," I said, motioning towards the couch.
((Open to Ang and Cait))
Yeah. Those ones. And it's always because of Angelina. Okay, so I'm not really complaining, don't get me wrong. She was a sweet girl and I liked spending time with her, and as much as I hate to admit it, she could pull me away from the brooding and get my mind out of the bottomless pit of self-loathing.
Of course i'd planned on spending the day making sweet sweet love to a bottle of gin (yeah I know that sounded bad, but sue me, I love my gin), when I happened upon Angelina and her kid sister. Anyhow, despite my earlier plans of sitting alone in my apartment, I now had some company. Wasn't going to complain.
So I brought them back home, thankful I'd taken the time to clean it up a bit. Which granted, it wasn't really messy to begin with, i'm just a natural neat-freak and a bit compulsive when it comes to tidiness. Just my nature.
Anyhow, when we arrived, I opened the door and flicked on the light. "Home sweet Lorne," I told them as I suddenly realized Angelina hadn't been to my place since I first got here. She threw the place together for me but I added in my own personal touches. You know, black furniture, art deco junk, old nostalgia hanging on the walls, and things you'd only see in a 50's diner. Except it wasn't as camp as old Lorne would normally be. It was more... dark. Less tacky. You get the idea.
"Make yourselves at home," I said, motioning towards the couch.
((Open to Ang and Cait))