Idiots and woobies and money and Photoshop

My brother got shot in the face with a BB gun last night. Haven't seen him yet but he says it's not that bad.

Him and his friends were shooting each other last night and he caught one to the lip. Loser.

Am going to be taking pictures. Lots.

My brother's mouth possibly looks a bit like this icon ATM.

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I have a very evil laugh sometimes a lot. Every once in a while I feel like making a phone-post and just cackling into the phone like some slightly femme cross between The Joker and Insane Clown Posse (Deeper than Shaggy, not as maniacal as Violent J).

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Have a big shiny surprise for everyone in Calendar Days (Leap Year). If alazysod's anything to measure by I think some people out there might like it. It's about three pages and makes my heart hurt for Michael.

It might be off on it's last Beta right now possibly.

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Am heading out to meet my Mom at the mall and waste some money in about a half an hour.

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Am making a Michael & Linc wallpaper right now and I kinda like it a little.

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There's this game that Kevin Nealson made up called "The Difference between my ass and..." which the radios DJs I listen to (John Holmberg, Brady Bogen and Creepy E, collectively known as Homberg's Morning Sickness).) like to play.

Someone calls up and asks the question (Such as "What's the DBMA and a garden hoe?") and the guys have to come up with a spazzy answer ("One of them fertilizes soil and the other is handled by hundreds of Mexicans every day.").

I thought up one sitting on the bus.

What's the DBMA and a Jack-In-The-Box (A fast food place in Arizona/America)?

One of them is open 24-hours and the other one you can drive through.

Who here can tell I was raised by guys?

Idiots and woobies and money and Photoshop

My brother got shot in the face with a BB gun last night. Haven't seen him yet but he says it's not that bad.

Him and his friends were shooting each other last night and he caught one to the lip. Loser.

Am going to be taking pictures. Lots.

My brother's mouth possibly looks a bit like this icon ATM.

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I have a very evil laugh sometimes a lot. Every once in a while I feel like making a phone-post and just cackling into the phone like some slightly femme cross between The Joker and Insane Clown Posse (Deeper than Shaggy, not as maniacal as Violent J).

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Have a big shiny surprise for everyone in Calendar Days (Leap Year). If alazysod's anything to measure by I think some people out there might like it. It's about three pages and makes my heart hurt for Michael.

It might be off on it's last Beta right now possibly.

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Am heading out to meet my Mom at the mall and waste some money in about a half an hour.

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Am making a Michael & Linc wallpaper right now and I kinda like it a little.

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There's this game that Kevin Nealson made up called "The Difference between my ass and..." which the radios DJs I listen to (John Holmberg, Brady Bogen and Creepy E, collectively known as Homberg's Morning Sickness).) like to play.

Someone calls up and asks the question (Such as "What's the DBMA and a garden hoe?") and the guys have to come up with a spazzy answer ("One of them fertilizes soil and the other is handled by hundreds of Mexicans every day.").

I thought up one sitting on the bus.

What's the DBMA and a Jack-In-The-Box (A fast food place in Arizona/America)?

One of them is open 24-hours and the other one you can drive through.

Who here can tell I was raised by guys?

All her fault. All.

Back.

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Me and Mom were sitting down at Ruby Tuesday's and we had just ordered food right? All of a sudden we both get these... feelings. Mini panic attacks. We're both freaking the fuck out and I go and tell the hostess that we have to just ordered food and have to leave because my brother just caught a BB to the face. That was a lie because he got it last night but we didn't want to pay for food that wasn't made yet and that we weren't gonna eat.

We leave the restaurant? And immediately start feeling better. Fucking creepy dude.

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Dear Asshat at the T-Shirt store,

That's twenty bucks you ain't gettin'. Treat someone who wants to buy something from you like that one more time and see what happens.

No love,
The daughter of the bitch who told me she wanted to cut you (You're welcome).

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About to post Calendar Days (Leap Year).

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Wrote 1 and 2 of "Five people Sara didn't have wild, hot, monkey sex with."

I cannot fucking believe I'm writing het much less Sara het. See the fucking icon.

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Ficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficfic!

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Dear Cab driver who only speaks Spanish,

Thank you for being the only person in Arizona who knows how to drive. And thank you very much for not plowing into the Cadillac full of stupid Mexican's who slammed on the breaks and just froze.

Much love,
The shaky girl and the spazzy Mommy who gave you the shiny tip.

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Mmphg. Hungry now dammit.

All her fault. All.

Back.

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Me and Mom were sitting down at Ruby Tuesday's and we had just ordered food right? All of a sudden we both get these... feelings. Mini panic attacks. We're both freaking the fuck out and I go and tell the hostess that we have to just ordered food and have to leave because my brother just caught a BB to the face. That was a lie because he got it last night but we didn't want to pay for food that wasn't made yet and that we weren't gonna eat.

We leave the restaurant? And immediately start feeling better. Fucking creepy dude.

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Dear Asshat at the T-Shirt store,

That's twenty bucks you ain't gettin'. Treat someone who wants to buy something from you like that one more time and see what happens.

No love,
The daughter of the bitch who told me she wanted to cut you (You're welcome).

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About to post Calendar Days (Leap Year).

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Wrote 1 and 2 of "Five people Sara didn't have wild, hot, monkey sex with."

I cannot fucking believe I'm writing het much less Sara het. See the fucking icon.

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Ficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficficfic!

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Dear Cab driver who only speaks Spanish,

Thank you for being the only person in Arizona who knows how to drive. And thank you very much for not plowing into the Cadillac full of stupid Mexican's who slammed on the breaks and just froze.

Much love,
The shaky girl and the spazzy Mommy who gave you the shiny tip.

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Mmphg. Hungry now dammit.

[Fic] Prison Break - Calendar Days (Leap Year)

Title: Calendar Days (Leap Year)
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom(s): Prison Break
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real.
Prompt: 07 - Days
Summary: Rule seventy-two is Don't Tell.

( It was a Thursday […] )

[Fic] Prison Break - Calendar Days (Leap Year)

Title: Calendar Days (Leap Year)
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom(s): Prison Break
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real.
Prompt: 07 - Days
Summary: Rule seventy-two is Don't Tell.

( It was a Thursday […] )