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Had I any idea that the web of intrigue I'm currently embroiled in were going to take place, I probably never would have moved into this teeny ass apartment in Arlington, VA. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20. I am aghast at the current situation that seems to be unfolding. I never thought anybody would want to kill me (after I got over all those paranoiac nightmares I had when I was a teenager, that is...). I'm a mostly harmless harpy that happens to like watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel uninterrupted. Is that so much to ask? Does MBGSR have to run into my room every damn time, when he KNOWS the show is on, to bug the shit out of me with trivial |
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crap? It's really annoying...so I retaliated in the only way I know how...I gave his cat a mohawk and shaved 666 into his head while he was sleeping. Oh...and there was that little bit with leaving his hand in a warm bowl of water while he was sleeping...that doesn't make me a bad person, does it? I think not... I think he's WAY overreacting to the entire thing...I mean, he's plotting to kill me! That's not the workings of a sane mind. God only knows what could've driven him to these acts of desired wanton violence. Our Heroine :: The Threat :: Support Cast :: Diary :: Credits :: MBGSR's Diary :: Email :: Guestbook
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