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He's here.
He's here, and I'm trying very hard not to have a meltdown.
Anyone else, I can deal with. But not the man my Father would've killed me for, if he was asked. Not the God of my Father's idoltry. Anyone else, and I'd know I'd survive.
But he's here.
...I think I may throw up.
{End Private}
Well, since my typist keeps... poking me, and it's starting to hurt... Ow... That's my writing hand! Hey!
Comment here with your name [obviously if you're logged in, your username will show up and be just fine] and I'll tell you something I adore (or at least mildly like) about you. Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.
He's here, and I'm trying very hard not to have a meltdown.
Anyone else, I can deal with. But not the man my Father would've killed me for, if he was asked. Not the God of my Father's idoltry. Anyone else, and I'd know I'd survive.
But he's here.
...I think I may throw up.
{End Private}
Well, since my typist keeps... poking me, and it's starting to hurt... Ow... That's my writing hand! Hey!
Comment here with your name [obviously if you're logged in, your username will show up and be just fine] and I'll tell you something I adore (or at least mildly like) about you. Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.