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[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

so any lovely ladies out there who want to show a new lad around the place? or their place? im still a bit dazed from the fucking trip and i could sorely use a place to sleep tonight yeah. & someone to look after me. ive been told im very snuggly.

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[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

wait what do you mean

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

I've been here for a whole fucking month wondering when you were going to show up.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

...it hasn't been a month my end, maybe i should read some of this shite

but im here now, georgie. there anyone else i should be warned about? roxy? the lovely miss adiar perhaps?

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

I think transporting people here tends to fuck with the time in our old world or something.

Roxy and Daisy aren't here.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

i certainly feel pretty fucked with.

thats a crying shame. so how the fuck have you been in this last.... month. did you get an apartment too?

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

We all get apartments, genius.

Bored out of my wits working at a bookstore and wanting to strangle my roommate.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

so business as usual then?

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

Minus the reaping, yeah.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

sounds great. no post-its (tm), no reaping, no waffles. im sticking around

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

No, not having waffles is not great. That's why I have a waffle iron. An illegally acquired waffle iron that caused Rube to get a pay cut, but nevertheless, a waffle iron.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

george george george. did you steal a fucking waffle iron?

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

I did not steal a fucking waffle iron.

It's a long story.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

i was going to fucking say, that would have been a little klepto of you.

ill bet youve got a lot of long stories, come tell them to me

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

Sure, Mason.

Where are you, anyway?

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

starts with a p, ends with... unconciousness, hopefully

rhymes with pub.

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

Why did I even ask?

Give me ten minutes.

[postits]

About that.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

i didn't steal it.

[postits]

Jesus fucking Christ, I know you didn't steal it. You weren't here.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

yeah, right, exactly. glad that's settled.

[postits]

Right.

Breakfast tomorrow, I'll explain who did steal the fucking waffle iron. It'll be a good catch up session. Try not to be too fucked up.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

ill try and remember

[postits]

You'll remember if you know what's good for you.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

fuck off, youre not my boss anymore

[postits]

I beg to differ.