Nothing, really...
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Gods.

Dread.

1-503-368-5442

...the number I'll be at.

No calls after 9-10 pm, PACIFIC TIME. No calls before 9-10 am, PACIFIC TIME.

But... yeah.

If you're bored, keep me sane? I'd really rather not off m'self while I'm down there.

Maybe.

Then again, ocean water and sand... it's a good place to go, neh?

*curls up*

Why is it that when I want something from my boys, they do their damnedest to run screaming... but the FUCKING MINUTE I decide ok, it's not worth it, I won't expect that, then they whine and pout and want it back?

Hormones and stress.

I hate my mother.

Someone, remind me of why I'm doing this?

Or... don't.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

*laughs softly*

...how very... accurate. Nothing matters. But he's going away.

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