Angsty Dragon Maiden
Apr. 20th, 2003 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakWe don't have a big armchair for me to use as an Angsting Chair, and if I go in my room right now all that'll happen is my hedgehog getting squished to death.
So, here I am. Typing on a web journal, and likely not able to get even half of this out properly, but what the hell.
I feel incredibly angsty right now. I can't figure out why. Pre-reading an angst fic written by a person who sometimes seems to be the living incarnation of the concept 'angst' did not help, I admit. But I can't blame Plug-kun. I was feeling down already.
Granted, I had some annoying customers right before the end of my shift, which delayed me going home. And Dad ate the slice of Aunt Mary's cheesecake on me, bastard.
But, most of the shift was ok. Also, I got to munch lots of potato salad Mom brought home for me from Aunt Mary's party. And I got to talk to my Tom on the phone. ::momentary flutter and sparkly-eyed pose::
I'm even getting to go see him in two weeks. A damn sight better than when we were expecting him to get exiled to Sand Dune Central for half a year.
So what's wrong? ;_; Why do I want to go cry into the reddish fur of my poor innocent hedgehog's back? I just plain feel like shit.
This isn't helping any. Damn.
I'm going to go try finding cute fluffy webart. if that fails, I'm for bed.
So, here I am. Typing on a web journal, and likely not able to get even half of this out properly, but what the hell.
I feel incredibly angsty right now. I can't figure out why. Pre-reading an angst fic written by a person who sometimes seems to be the living incarnation of the concept 'angst' did not help, I admit. But I can't blame Plug-kun. I was feeling down already.
Granted, I had some annoying customers right before the end of my shift, which delayed me going home. And Dad ate the slice of Aunt Mary's cheesecake on me, bastard.
But, most of the shift was ok. Also, I got to munch lots of potato salad Mom brought home for me from Aunt Mary's party. And I got to talk to my Tom on the phone. ::momentary flutter and sparkly-eyed pose::
I'm even getting to go see him in two weeks. A damn sight better than when we were expecting him to get exiled to Sand Dune Central for half a year.
So what's wrong? ;_; Why do I want to go cry into the reddish fur of my poor innocent hedgehog's back? I just plain feel like shit.
This isn't helping any. Damn.
I'm going to go try finding cute fluffy webart. if that fails, I'm for bed.
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Date: 2003-04-21 03:21 pm (UTC)Come have some cookies and tell Tom all about it.
You didn't seem so down on the phone. Are you okay?
Cookies?
Date: 2003-04-21 09:43 pm (UTC)::snugglies into the curve of his arm and drapes her dragon tail along their laps:: It's just a really bad mood. I'm emailing you with more details.