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[phosfate]

Good God. I went out at lunch and bought a Self-Pity Special (latte w/a shot of syrup). I haven't done that in 10 years.

If I die, I want y'all to fight out in the backyard for my stuff.

Comments

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

But how will you ever get the enjoyment of watching us duke it out? I think you should schedule the fights before you go. Just a suggestion.

Do you feel less pitiful?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

There's no reason I can't haunt your asses.

...weirdly, yes. Yes, I do.

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

Boy, won't you feel like a dick when we all just bury our differences in a massive circle hug because the loss of you just brought us closer together? Then we donate your stuff to charity.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*giggle*
Okay, I was gonna suggest a massive butterscotch pudding wrestling match, but I like Goddessdster's clever concept better.

Edit: dammit, fingers!

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

You seem to have an obsession with those...

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

It just sounds so bizarre.
And I like butterscotch pudding.

;p

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

As long as the house gets cleared out, I have no problem with it.

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

<.<
>.>
*quietly puts knives away*

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

I HAVE A PURPOSE ON THIS PLANET!!! WOOT!

Also, to eat cake. NOM NOM NOM

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Yes, to STEAL ALL MY FUN!!!

*scowly-face*

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

/offers you bite of cake

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Harrumpf! *attempts to spurn cake*

...

*is unsuccessful*

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

I forgot to ask: are you dying from the milk-caffeine-sugar combo? Or is it the froth?

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

Does this mean I finally get your shitajiki?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No.

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon. It's not like you can take it with you.

[jeff-morris.livejournal.com]

Just as info, I don't want your car.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*SPORF*

[terl-girl.livejournal.com]

I call dibs on your MIB swag.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Groovy.

[oddrid.livejournal.com]

I am bringing the nunchucks.

[ahli.livejournal.com]

Oh, AnnLarimer! Don't you know you deserve syrup lattes every day? If anyone does, it's you!

[alpha-orionis-v.livejournal.com]

I'll probably regret asking this, but did you phone Matt today?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeyeah, we're just finishing it up. We're staying open late tonight. We'll call if it's not too late."

*broken sobbing*

[alpha-orionis-v.livejournal.com]

What an asshole.

I agree with whoever said it yesterday. Call the Better Business Bureau on him.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

When I get the car back and see how it runs. For all I know it shoots Skittles out the exhaust pipe now.

[alpha-orionis-v.livejournal.com]

That car'd better TELEPORT you to wherever you want to go.

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

Well, that might be kinda cool. Because, ya know, Skittles.

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

Oops I did it again,
I fucked up your car!
Got lost buying parts!
Oh Annie Annie
Oops!
You think I'm the Auto Club!
You'll drive to get a kebab!
But I'm not that competent!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*howler monkey laugh*

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

You totally deserve the latte.

Jesus, Ann, don't die! The battle over your stuff would be a fannish version of the Stones' concert at Altamont (well, minus the Hell's Angel's and the drugs).

[hawkmoth.livejournal.com]

Please don't die Ann, please don't die!

(Got any parrots?)

What flavor syrup?