∞ [thirty-seven]

[fatespoken]

Amazing. A pair of breasts and suddenly you're receiving double the tips. And that's all I have to say about this week.

But if I could have predicted being cursed, I would have pushed it. Money— I don't need the City's charity. Asking for something from home would translate into something horrific like dropping Rainer on my front door rather than my dog. I can't say I'm particularly homesick either. And it's not because because of negligible acquaintances.

Anyway, tomorrow's thanksgiving. I think? I can spot it somewhere between the 24th and the 27th, but I usually forget the exact date. Never used to celebrate it back home. But since it is Thanksgiving, we should all expect man-eating turkeys as part of tomorrow's curse. I hope they eat Caspian and Chase.

Comments

PROLLY THE BEST IDEA TO PROD FOR DETAILS

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I think.

CASPAIN JUST WANNA BE NOSY

[thenormalsquint]

You're very welcome. It's probably for the best.

CHASE PROMISED HIM AN APPLETINI OK

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I don't think I could allow Chase to make such a noble sacrifice.

THROW IT ON CHASE

[thenormalsquint]

No, it's a sacrifice most needed.

WRY SO MEAN

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

But...

[Thinking about this. Thinking about this very hard. Time to man up.]

Why?

[thenormalsquint]

Because he deserves it. Simple as that. Better yet, go ask him. Maybe he has a reason he's chosen not to inform me about in private.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

...I see. Well.

All right then.

[fatespoken]

I'm calling you fat.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You are blind.

[fatespoken]

Slim Fast, ever heard of it?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Surely you are going to tell me.

[fatespoken]

Surely you can look it up yourself.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No.

[fatespoken]

It's a magical drink that will help you lose that double chin.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Well keep it for yourself.