| Date: | 2009-02-23 20:18 |
| Subject: | [voice post, just after 1am] |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | what you say !! |
Holy--!
Booster! Booster, did you feel that? Something just... did something! Booster? [Sound of footsteps, and a door creaking.] Booster?
Oh.
I hope he meant not to come home last night. I don't think I was the designated driver.
Edited at 1:48am:
[muttering] Backtracking, backtracking... lesse, there was that hideous blonde thing, and then we were at the bar, and after that he wandered off and then he came back with some big-eared guy in a leather jacket and--.
Well, fine.
I mean, the universe isn't ending or anything.
Since I'm apparently the only one who wants to get home, I'll just go back to working on that, since it's...
...one fifty-one in the morning. Right.
[minute-long pause]
Why am I drinking this coffee, anyway? It's terrible.
36 comments | post a comment
| Date: | 2009-01-28 22:33 |
| Subject: | You want to monitor my agony, be my guest. |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | irritated |
I’ve been battered, I’ve been slimed, my BB gun’s busted, I’m stranded in Gotham, it’s not even my Gotham, the Bug’s not answering my signal, and I’m in dire need of a shower. And now I've been told I have to write in this... journal. Thing. And you can bet, whoever-you-are-that's-reading-this, that's exactly what I want to be doing right now.
Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? I could’ve had a date tonight!
Booster, this is all your fault.
21 comments | post a comment
|
