Data Entry 001

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

Simca. Last time.

Pancake batter doesn't go on the ceiling.

Comments

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Oh, calm the hell down.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

I am calm. I'm the picture of serenity and enlightenment. I just don't like things on my ceiling. There's nothing wrong with that.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Serenity and enlightenment, my ass. You're acting like I dragged dinner down the hall again.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

This service is public, Heat.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, some people I know like to hunt.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

I miss hunting.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Hunting.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

Hunting.

Hunting was nice.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Hunting with you sucked.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

I learned the mantra faster than you did.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

I can use it better than you.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

No, you'll just eat until you need a Disache.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

That's it. Get your bitch ass outside.

[oddsunfavorable.livejournal.com]

Maybe later. The batter is sticking. Come on over.

[troublesolo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, fine. I'll be there in a few minutes.