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Um, right, who the hell said that Theresa could go away on a vacation and leave me alone here with Benny!! Because that was so the wrong answer to give. People want things, they need things, and I don't know what these things are! I swear I had to start making things up for people that wanted ingredients and spell suggestions. And Benny kind of got in on it with me. Well at least she did after I said it was a kind of game and that we couldn't let the people leave without buying anything.
She's really good at this game.
There is no doubt quitting the Bronze was well timed because I think I'm taking up sleeping at the Magic Box for the next week or so. Like responsibility is so not my thing why am I doing this? Oh right the big cute puppy dog eyes Theresa pulled on me before she took off. I am so lame.
Between her and Benny and Pot I am wrapped around three fingers, which you know I really had no idea I was that putty like to be curled around that many digits but here I am.
Crap.
Well no matter what I'm still going out with Tatiana tonight. I don't care if the entire legions of hell appear and announce that they are taking over we are going to have a few drinks and there will be some serious together time. Well ok I might mind if that happens because obviously they'll get all the good tables at the bar and we'll end up in that dinky little booth by the men's room that makes all your drinks taste like a urinal cake. So kind of hoping they hold off till tomorrow if they want to invade.
Anyway dance of capitolism is done and I'm out of here.
whistles on his trip home, shaking his head as he walks past Ingrid's door wondering if she's still hoarding the acid toads in there and goes to his door only to stop dead.
Pink and white balloons adorn his door, tied with ribbons curled with a knife drifting back and forth lazily even though the air is almost still. His hands start to shake as he reads one as it turns slowly on its ribbon.
Happy 16th birthday...India.
She's really good at this game.
There is no doubt quitting the Bronze was well timed because I think I'm taking up sleeping at the Magic Box for the next week or so. Like responsibility is so not my thing why am I doing this? Oh right the big cute puppy dog eyes Theresa pulled on me before she took off. I am so lame.
Between her and Benny and Pot I am wrapped around three fingers, which you know I really had no idea I was that putty like to be curled around that many digits but here I am.
Crap.
Well no matter what I'm still going out with Tatiana tonight. I don't care if the entire legions of hell appear and announce that they are taking over we are going to have a few drinks and there will be some serious together time. Well ok I might mind if that happens because obviously they'll get all the good tables at the bar and we'll end up in that dinky little booth by the men's room that makes all your drinks taste like a urinal cake. So kind of hoping they hold off till tomorrow if they want to invade.
Anyway dance of capitolism is done and I'm out of here.
whistles on his trip home, shaking his head as he walks past Ingrid's door wondering if she's still hoarding the acid toads in there and goes to his door only to stop dead.
Pink and white balloons adorn his door, tied with ribbons curled with a knife drifting back and forth lazily even though the air is almost still. His hands start to shake as he reads one as it turns slowly on its ribbon.
Happy 16th birthday...India.