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23 Sphinx, Saturday Morning
Saturday, September 24th, 2011 01:15 pmBo didn't like that a weekend wakeup -- before she even opened her eyes -- of "at least it couldn't be worse than last Saturday" was starting to become habitual.
Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.
"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...
Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.
[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]
Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.
"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...
Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.
[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]