2007-07-23
the air they breathe
So Sunday night I head over to Caitlin's and we were gonna rock like rock was new, and were doing so until she developed a minor illness driven by Giant Panda takeout and decided to rock over to her bed to sleep it off.
Which was fine, because it gave me time to conduct some business of great import at Al's and finish Monte Cristo so I can start HARRY POTTER before someone tells me what happens.
(Oh, and by the way? Harry-Potter-ending-ruiners have now replaced murderers, rapists, and Halloween bag snatchers at the top of my list of people who don't deserve the air they breathe.)
zebrasaur at 10:31 a.m.
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