Gone But Not Forgotten
Today is Rian's last day with The Dumpster. This is a very sad thing. There is nothing sexier than a giant trash recpticle set twenty paces outside the front door, ready for Anything.
We have filled it four times. Rian has only gotten in Trouble once for tossing out a dusty, never used VCR. Pffft.
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posted by La Tulipe | 11:09 AM
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Where have you been the past couple of days, Rian?
Guess.
In the Dumpster?
No Internet connection in the Dumpster? What kind of pathetic Dumpster is it?!
Yeah, I thought you'd gone into post-Australian recovery mode or something... Well, it's nice to know that we didn't actually kill you with Frangelico that last night. *grin*
Ah, the Brass Rail. What happened there, stays there.
*remembers drinking games and hides head*
Rian wonders that Emma can even REMEMBER the drinking games.
...says Rian, amused.
Rian remembers only the horribly scuzzy guy biting my throat whilst groping poor Q.
The rest is carefully repressed.
Has Rian seen herself in the mirror lately?
Mirrors are over rated.
So is sunlight.
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