So what, I was supposed to just laugh it off and not mention it? Fuck that.
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Torian, hon? I love you dearly... but until you get convinced a half-hour after waking up still pregnant that someone you love just killed themselves, you don't get to lecture me on drama, k? K. I know I'm overdramatic. Frankly, so is just about everyone else I know. But I kinda feel a dramatic entry is excusable after again, waking up with major pregnancy cravings to be convinced Kadin had killed himself while I was sleeping.
If you'd like, I'll arrange for something similar to happen to you, and, y'know, see how well you cope.
But until then, please, save any and all lectures for 24 hours AFTER such things happen, or I will end up screaming at you in full drama-queen style, just to prove you right and hopefully to keep you from doing something that rude and annoying again. When I have quite literally blacked out at my desk out of fear that someone I love is dead, I really don't need to come back online a couple hours later to see 'jax, you and everyone you know are drama whores'. Just so you know. Getting it out of your system? Great. Post it on your journal, scream it at your dog, just don't fucking blow up at me less, than two hours after this sort of shit happens.
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