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[angelgazing]

Fucking fucking FUCK.

Stupid fucking Plot.

Always comes back around when I think I'm over him. Always sneaks in when I'm not looking and makes me think maybe I want him again. I don't want him again! I want to be over him again! But no, it's a call I missed but the voicemail got, all "oh, baby, I'm sorry." in that tone of voice that makes me think that maybe, maybe he is. It's the fucking card in the mail for no reason except to say I miss you. It's the fucking stupid things he left behind on purpose that he seems to think he needs to come back to get.

Stupid fucking Plot.

He's the ex that won't get the hint.

Goddamn it.


Tomorrow, if nothing has changed, I plan on doing a rant on phones and The Hells A Person Goes Through When They Are Left Unanswered.

Now? Bed.

Tomorrow? James and Charlie. Though not together. ::ponders:: No. Not together.

Comments

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

That's true. Poor James. Looks nothing like Tim anyway.

::giggles::

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

*laughs* if he did, he'd be dead already!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

hee True... Oh, wait, that's right... ::giggles::

Poor Charlie. Poor jealous Don. ::pets::

Actually this is something of a ponderment with the brothel ficcy for yoooou. Cause... Cause... Well, how well is Don really going to handle that? lol

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

I don't know where you're going with it, so I can't say

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I'm going very bad places with it, obviously.

andnaturallycharlieisoneoftherentboysinthebrothel

*cough*

On. His. Knees.

I'm trying to make sure you don't care about the badness but for that. ;)

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

I meant with Don in the fic, you nit!

I know I get (whimper-quiver-tremble-break) Charlie on his knees.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Ah. That.

::cough:: Actually, I may currently be plotting out ways that Don could Not Be Married, given the time it's set in. So far I've killed his wife any number of ways. I also just wrote kissed his wife. Which might also solve the problem, but...

::giggles:: ::snogs you::

::licks your trembling fingers::

And Don on his back.

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

*whimper*tremble*
I'm not sharing you with his whore of a wife.

I picture him as the young bachelor type - most men who went west were, you know.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Course not! Never! ::clings to you::

Were they? I was thinking it was unusual to hit his age back then without a wife or summat. Clearly my research was halfassed. ::giggles::

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

women married young, men older.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

See? This is why I adore you. ::clings morer::

Now, about the drugs of that place and era... ;)

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

that place, I can't name off the top of my head...

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think I may've decided to just not say exactly the place. To be not so likely to get something wrong. lol

[restless-jedi.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Well, if it was out in California-territory, Opium is very very likely, just FYI.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

YAY!

::snogs::