| Lilah Morgan ( @ 2003-09-17 16:55:00 |
| Current mood: | aggravated |
| Current music: | The sound of the airport intercomm system... |
Grrr...
I'm going to Canada. To the fucking middle of nowhere Canada. Today. And something tells me that no, I won't get to find some incredibly hot Mountie to fuck or dress Wes up like one.
I'm not being paid enough for this. This wasn't in the god-damned contract. I don't do snow. I don't like snow. And I'm charging my new mink jacket to the company account. Fuck them all. If I end up committing a homicide, I'll enter a plea of insanity. Not like you can try a dead woman, anyways.
(Lover, after this? I suggest that we actually do something that isn't saving the world. That's not a date. Now, if you're bringing on the apocolypse...)
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