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Fuck.

February 12th, 2003 (01:40 am)
current mood: Fuck.
current song: Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck.
I shall have to go to confession this Sunday, I expect.
Fuck.

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Posted by: Aakesh Daikkah (aakeshdaikkah)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:30 am (UTC)

And what is so bad about that... ?
I demand to know.

Posted by: Devon Rhys-Morgan (ravennerd)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:33 am (UTC)

Faugh. To sit there in a tiny box that reeks of fear, while an elderly priest disapproves of you? No one's idea of fun, that.

Posted by: Aakesh Daikkah (aakeshdaikkah)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:39 am (UTC)

What have you done, that would be disapproved so bad?

Posted by: Devon Rhys-Morgan (ravennerd)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:41 am (UTC)

Well, the repeated cursing, for one.
The rest -- well, that is my secret.

Posted by: Aakesh Daikkah (aakeshdaikkah)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:44 am (UTC)

I demand to know. I DEMAND TO KNOW!

Posted by: Devon Rhys-Morgan (ravennerd)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 12:56 am (UTC)

....Trust me, you don't want to.
I've horrified you enough.

Posted by: Aakesh Daikkah (aakeshdaikkah)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 01:05 am (UTC)

I know I want to. If I'm horrified again, that's MY problem, not yours!

Posted by: Devon Rhys-Morgan (ravennerd)
Posted at: February 12th, 2003 01:08 am (UTC)

I'll tell you later, then.

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