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25 Unicorn Street, All Day Tuesday
Apr. 29th, 2008 10:17 amShe woke up that morning with the buzzing of no minds in her head and a cat on her face. "Seriously," Kerrigan told Mustang, blinking a little, "You've got issues." She rubbed at her eye, once, palm-first, then reached over in a desperate attempt to shut off the damn record player.
It was getting the hell on her nerves, as much as the loud clattering noise of the bottles as they fell to the floor. "Fuck," she muttered, under her breath, then slipped out of bed, padded into the living room, and opted to do the morning exercise before coffee.
It wasn't going to do wonders for her mood. She just felt like bruising something.
[ open with weetiny OCD-- easy-A getters (or other visitors) in the first thread! ]
It was getting the hell on her nerves, as much as the loud clattering noise of the bottles as they fell to the floor. "Fuck," she muttered, under her breath, then slipped out of bed, padded into the living room, and opted to do the morning exercise before coffee.
It wasn't going to do wonders for her mood. She just felt like bruising something.
[ open with weetiny OCD-- easy-A getters (or other visitors) in the first thread! ]
