the last two days
May. 30th, 2003 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI'm annoyed at my insurance company. They only paid $10 of the emergency room bill, leaving me with the rest. Like $600 or so of it. Fecking hell.
I am pimping Ice Creamsmith's Cinnamon Bun ice cream. If you are ever in the Dorchester Lower Mills area, get some.
Still haven't been able to type up hand-written stuff, due to Livejournal weirdness yesterday. I also didn't post a drabble I wrote, but here it is now.
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lumplings
Mary Sue skipped down the corridor to the door to the sixth dimension she was always told never to open. What does she care? She had spunk, moxie and all those other cliches. Would she shake hands with Harry Potter? Fight side-by-side with Neo? Snog Legolas?
She opened the door and became confused. This place was a big black and white cardboard background. She saw black-robed horn players, a whining beheaded man and, strangest of all, a devil in a white zoot suit, with flame-red hair.
The devil shrieked, "Well, if it ain't the little princess!"
Mary Sue exclaimed, "Huh?”
Oh, and Bushie back-pedalling about them weapons of mass destruction. You know, the only good pro-war argument I could think of (unless you count 'liberation,' then I say, let's get working on Tibet, people. What? No? Too much trouble? Might create disorder? Okay, what about Afghanistan?).
I am pimping Ice Creamsmith's Cinnamon Bun ice cream. If you are ever in the Dorchester Lower Mills area, get some.
Still haven't been able to type up hand-written stuff, due to Livejournal weirdness yesterday. I also didn't post a drabble I wrote, but here it is now.
This one is for
marysues and lumplingsMary Sue skipped down the corridor to the door to the sixth dimension she was always told never to open. What does she care? She had spunk, moxie and all those other cliches. Would she shake hands with Harry Potter? Fight side-by-side with Neo? Snog Legolas?
She opened the door and became confused. This place was a big black and white cardboard background. She saw black-robed horn players, a whining beheaded man and, strangest of all, a devil in a white zoot suit, with flame-red hair.
The devil shrieked, "Well, if it ain't the little princess!"
Mary Sue exclaimed, "Huh?”
Oh, and Bushie back-pedalling about them weapons of mass destruction. You know, the only good pro-war argument I could think of (unless you count 'liberation,' then I say, let's get working on Tibet, people. What? No? Too much trouble? Might create disorder? Okay, what about Afghanistan?).
