Apr 14, 2005 23:14
Not.
Fucking.
Fair.
Not fucking fair at all.
Commence me being really moody, wishing death upon relievers (and the whole state of New York), and being a total brat. This is not fair, I tell you. Somebody needs to pull that fucker's head out of his ass and show him exactly what he did. And I want it to be me.
... Fucker.
Sigh. I need Brandy.
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You don't need me. You're doing okay, Mr. Homerun King. *amused* I'll see you again soon--but we're fine. I love you.
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And hey. Hush. I do too need you, otherwise I wouldn't be the Homerun King I am. ;)
Yeah. See y'soon, babe. Love you.
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*blushes* You don't hit homeruns just because I'm here, you know. You hit them because you have pure talent.
Awesome. :)
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And um, thanks for the concern and stuff, but don't call me that, 'kay? Nothin' personal. :)
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You may not take it personal....*annoyed* *well, not really*
My Swishy.
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Yes. Your Swishy.
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That didn't sound alcoholic at all, noooo.
DUDE. OMG, I was just gasping - on the floor - trying to catch my breath for ten freakin' minutes because of that! HAH.
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Glad I could be of entertainment for you. Heh.
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*sigh* Only you, Swisher. Only you.
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*grin* Should I be proud?
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Yes.
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