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[May. 9th, 2007|12:39 am] |
I am so utterly and completely sick of screaming girls. Don't nice little gay boys get crushes on stars anymore?
I got your coffee, Pans, because I don't have the energy to deal with anything less than human. It's on the counter, where you can't possibly miss it, and please do have some before you dare to wake me up, or I will not be responsible for my actions.
Bed now, I think, for the first time in too goddamn long. I hate those hotel things-- if we ever stayed in one city for long enough, I'd get myself an apartment, but no, of course not. I think I've seen more cities than Quidditch colours in the last week.
Don't wake me up unless you're absolutely bloody positive that I love you too much to kill you. |
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