Ahem...

[slipjig3]

Could somebody please show me where the door is, so I can get OUT of this? Fuck, fuck, fuck...

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[yendi]

:-( What happened?

[dwivian]

No door, but there's a bathroom on the right, if I make out the lyrics poorly like I usually do...

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... my guess is, the door is where it's always been. You just have to use it...

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Loooong story, based largely on some things I haven't discussed in these pages yet. I'll probably recount everything, but I'll need a huge running start first.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

(Thank you, by the way.)

[skygypsy.livejournal.com]

the door is within.

or, there is no door.

take your pick of profundity.

:D

and *hugs*
(there are ALWAYS hugs :) )

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Thanks. *grin*

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Wish I knew, comrade...

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Yes, but the chair is still not my son.

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

So, I assume this was more than missing your night out?

Would you like to chat about it? Oh, and in case you're wondering why I waited so long to offer, it's because now this post will be way down or off of most people's current friends page. It's an illusion, I know, but it seems a little more confidential. Of course, there's always IM...