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[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: :( OK. <3 BYE ILY.

[[deleted user]]

Me: i AM BACK FROM MY HOT TUB.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: Hullo.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: ........BOOHOOHOO.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: DAMMIT. I MISSED EVERYONE. DDDDD:

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: I'm actually just heading off.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: GOOD NIGHT ILOOOVEYOU.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: D: ~sadness~ ILY NIGHTYNIGHT.

[Usako]

Me: HA-HA! Airlia got jealous but reason prevailed! As predicted - get jealous-protective :) Doesn't equate to fist fight.

Deon: I know where I can go to watch a cat fight. Guys, bar hop?

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Hallo!! I finished my dishwasher story: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2... !! I is very happy~~~ XD And I'm done with Geometry. :D

[Usako]

Me: Uh oh! Got confused by the nights! TOMORROW NIGHT Lily, Cullen & Caspar PAINTBALL BLOW OUT! <3

Add Dante/Aureline follow-up sceneage. Will write ya Whimsy with a lengthy response.

Deon's itching to hear about Sam+Airlia meetup.

[Usako]

Me: *reads dishwasher story. comments soon!!*

HI IVI!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Well, we're not sure if Van'll be able to get on to RP Cullen. ;) I wanna see that.
Cassidy: I kinda wanna see him get hit in the crotch with a paintball...
Me: ... only you. *headdesk*
Cassidy: XD
Me: Shut it. You're supposed to be sobbing as you bleed. -.-
Cassidy: e3e

[Usako]

Me: >.< AHAHAHAHAA! Lily must accidentally shoot Cullen there! GREAT IDEA IVI!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy: ^w^
Me: he's gonna kill you... XD
Cassidy: What can I say? I'm a b*tch.~
Me: ... x3

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Im here, I got strep throat so I can't go to school

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: HALLO KAT.

Urgh. I have to go in five minutes.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Hallo

Awww

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: baw. Still sick and sore. >_< urggggh.

[Usako]

Me: AWWW! :(
I have snow so...around-ish.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Grand plie-s hurt. A lot. When they're done right. So I'm doing it right, and I'm sore for three days. *headdesk*

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: it sucks being sick,

Same here we have a layer of snow but none is falling

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: We don't get snow. We get uber hot weather that doesn't make nay sense.
Crap I'm wearing black.
Ah well. Too late. GTG BYES.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Bye!

[Usako]

Me: Byez Ivi!

Ick on the strep, Kat. That never is fun :(

[Usako]

Me: *works on msg to Whim on our scenage*

[Usako]

Me: MEH! NM. My brain is dead.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Sry my wifi died for a min

what's the scene?

[Usako]

Me: Oh Whim & I are working on backstory.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Oh dats cool, with Sussanna?

[Usako]

Me: Nope. It's a Dante/Aureline story.

Who is Sussanna?

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: The dead one?

[[deleted user]]

Usako wrote: "Me: HA-HA! Airlia got jealous but reason prevailed! As predicted - get jealous-protective :) Doesn't equate to fist fight.

Deon: I know where I can go to watch a cat fight. Guys, bar hop?"

Me: HA I HAVE NO SCHOOL. ICE. RAIN FTW~
Just get another chick to piss Holly off and you'll see a catfight. xD

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: I'm not at school because I have strep throat
I'm hacking and it hurts! :(

[[deleted user]]

Me: D: Oh nooooooooo.
I hope you get better, Kitty.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Me: Danke.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

ME: ahhhh rvrtujnoe fsgogfhge enety ope dudeUd

[[deleted user]]

Me: Lazy @ss Van has made it to a compy. :P

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Usako wrote: "Me: HA-HA! Airlia got jealous but reason prevailed! As predicted - get jealous-protective :) Doesn't equate to fist fight.

Deon: I know where I can go to watch a cat fight. Guys, bar hop?"

Airlia: -.-
Me: Hi guys, I'm in the school library ^^ I love our abundance of computars.

[[deleted user]]

Me: I HAVE NO SCHOOL. :D Everything is closed today.

>.> And I didn't have to take my math final. Thank gods.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: ^^ Yay Vanny! Time for awesome rolplay tingz?

Urrrrgh, I am impatient for Usako's reply :3

...And you'd think if a chocolate company was named after you you wouldn't be as boring...

[[deleted user]]

Me: Chocolate?
Charries: CHOCOLATE~
Me: o>O Okaaaaaaaay...

Usako needs to get on for some prank-roleplayage. x3

I GOT TO PART TWO OF THE SHOEBOX THINGY-MA-JIGGER. I can sense the ~cnxn~ between R&S.

o.o I'm going to e-mail the publisher lady. INHALE, EXHALE, INHALE...OK. Ahem. Sorry.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: LOLOLOLOL. I LOVE RS. SO HARD.

Rudolphe Lindt -.-

[[deleted user]]

Me: >.O' I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ENABLE COOKIES.

WTF ARE COOKIES.

So anyways...my comp spazzed.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: :3 COOKIES ARE YUMMY.

[[deleted user]]

Me: ;-; Yes...but I mean virtual cookies.
Keelyn: Those are virtually yummy. :D
Me: -.-' Shuddup.

I can't get into the roleplay spots because my com says I need to 'enable cookies'.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: e.e

STUPID COMPUTER.

Google it.

[[deleted user]]

Me: I AM.

The process is tedious. e3e Murf, I'm lazy, but I'll do it.

GR'S SCREWY TIME IS SERIOUSLY GIVING ME AN EYETWITCH.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: I seriously do not care about the timage anymore. -.-

:D THANK YOU~

I have to go walk home soon, will be back in an hour.

[[deleted user]]

Me: It just makes me spazz out. Like when my slice of pizza has half a pepperoni. DON'T JUDGE.

I FIXED IT. AND FOR SOME REASON I GOT AUTOMATIC SPELL-CHECK AND WEATHER FORECASTS. e.O

Okies.