I hate getting sick. Lesson learned, I suppose, that this place won't grant wishes for medicine. I guess it doesn't matter since, supposedly, no one can die.

Tch, it's still no comfort. At least it's over now.

Didn't I just get over being sick, when it was snowing?

Ugh. No one come into this tent.

No one say it. Not a word.

Not one word.

( I'll bite on the quiz. )

Thank goodness that's over. Now Shikamaru everyone can stop whining about how cold it is.

Stop whining. It's not that hot.

I leave for a day to goodness knows what void, come back, wake up in a box and this place has turned into a jungle? (And I'd be inclined to think that I'd gone home somehow, except that this thing is still here and I can still get on its stupid little network, which means I'm still in or near that damned room.) And then, oh then there's a dinosaur ( Read more... )

Gaara, if you so much as lay a finger on my boyfriend again, I will personally break your spindly little legs into a state of disrepair. Do you hear me? I don't like my snot-nosed, bastard baby brothers breaking my playthings, especially not ones that are going to someday father your future nieces and nephews.

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I'm a man now.

Apparently I look like a cross between my uncle and my father, and I sound just like my brother.

...I think I just had lesbian sex with my brother. Twice.

Moreover, I think I enjoyed it and invited him to come do it again.