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blamebrampton) wrote2010-09-03 07:38 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2010-09-03 07:38 pm
I hate flu
I am so ill, I have become thick. Which is a shame, because I had the perfect straight line handed to me yesterday.
One of the nice lesbians next door was introducing me to her cats and dog (I already know the other dog. Of course, we're yet to learn any of the actual human names, but there is a proper order to these things!) She pointed to my front window, where Cookie was sitting watching the world and said 'Is that your cat?'
I completely failed to say 'OH MY GOD! HOW DID THAT GET THERE?!' or even 'It is now!'
Absolute comedy vacuum.
I fear my fanfair fic is doomed.
One of the nice lesbians next door was introducing me to her cats and dog (I already know the other dog. Of course, we're yet to learn any of the actual human names, but there is a proper order to these things!) She pointed to my front window, where Cookie was sitting watching the world and said 'Is that your cat?'
I completely failed to say 'OH MY GOD! HOW DID THAT GET THERE?!' or even 'It is now!'
Absolute comedy vacuum.
I fear my fanfair fic is doomed.
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*dons hazmat suit and hugs you*
If I was closer, I would bring you chicken soup.
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And you would not believe how cactus I am: you would laugh and point and then flee, delivering soup from a distance. SG would scream, the draw amusing pictures in which I resembled a snot monster.