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azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-01 10:28 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-01 10:28 am
Poor Darkside
Over the weekend he came down with strep throat. He says if he doesn't feel better by the end of class today, he's going to call in to work and then get another doctor's note. Gargling with salt water should probably be done before eating breakfast and taking antibiotics...
He did give me the lovely mental picture of him in pajama pants. Mmm.
Poor guy, though. We were comparing who was sicker this morning. I started out worse, but am getting better; he started out better but is getting worse. He's running a fever. His hair is so very soft...
His group eventually showed up to work on their speech, which involves cellphone penetration.
Is it even possible to trade someone virgins?
Darkside is feeling secure enough in our friendship to pat me on the head and say "Yes, dear" sarcastically.
We started to head to the computer lab after breakfast, but when I turned white and had to lean against the railing for a minute, Darkside turned us around and marched us back into the cafeteria. I collapsed on one of the couches in the pit, and he stayed there with me for a bit before going back to the lab, as he had work to do. I remained on the couch until the nasty smell of overpowering greasy bacon made the place unlivable, at which point I wandered into the computer lab.
He did give me the lovely mental picture of him in pajama pants. Mmm.
Poor guy, though. We were comparing who was sicker this morning. I started out worse, but am getting better; he started out better but is getting worse. He's running a fever. His hair is so very soft...
His group eventually showed up to work on their speech, which involves cellphone penetration.
Is it even possible to trade someone virgins?
Darkside is feeling secure enough in our friendship to pat me on the head and say "Yes, dear" sarcastically.
We started to head to the computer lab after breakfast, but when I turned white and had to lean against the railing for a minute, Darkside turned us around and marched us back into the cafeteria. I collapsed on one of the couches in the pit, and he stayed there with me for a bit before going back to the lab, as he had work to do. I remained on the couch until the nasty smell of overpowering greasy bacon made the place unlivable, at which point I wandered into the computer lab.
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