and this is why you should always avoid a conversation with me

[angelgazing]

me: oh, god it's two-thirty and I dont' have jack shit written today oh god ::freaks out::
me: 17,173 ::facepalm::
me: DEATH
me: I KILL ME NOW!
lj user="restless_jedi">: nono
restless_jedi: no death
me: YES!
me: YES DEATH!
me: MUCH DEATH!
me: MORE DEATH THAN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN AND SANDMAN AND MEET JOE BLACK COMBINED
restless_jedi: only death to rusty ryan
me: ME
me: Rusty, sadly, is to pretty to die
me: "we're not gonna die because we are so very pretty. We are too pretty for God to let us die"
me: ::hearts at Mal randomly::
restless_jedi: here, I'll end the fic for you:
Then suddenly a large semi hauling vast amounts of alcohol or something rounds a bend. The driver had too much to drink, or not enough sleep. He's not really there. And neither is the Mustang anymore. Rusty never really loses Danny. Their bodies are too mixed up to separate when the authorities finally deal with the wreckage.