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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