Nov 24, 2008 12:02
[Insert sounds of things being thrown rather haphazardly throughout a room, along with some quiet muttering, and rather displeased whines.]
No, no, no, no, no.
[More unhappy muttering. She'll probably have a mild heart attack when she sees the state her room is slowly getting into, but for right now she's more worried that she can't find what she's looking for.]
I know I put it here somewhere. It has to be -- [frustrated growl -- clothes go flying onto the bed. Why she needs shirts that show so much cleavage is beyond her.] -- go figure when you absolutely need something, it's the one bloody thing you can't find.
bela talbot