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[mightbeconcussed]

[Filter to Cas]

Are you normal again? Do you have any weed left over?

[/end filter]

I'm officially revoking my City is awesome card. I wanna go home.

[Filtered to Jill]

Can we do ice cream and Resident Evil movies tonight?

[/end filter]

Comments

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

Do I need to come and steal the weed from you?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Absolutely no. I might make brownies.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

Translation: Yes, Jace. Please come take this terrible thing from me before I do something I regret.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

God you suck at translating things. Haven't you learned, Jace? I don't regret things unless there's emotional attachement.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

This does have an emotional attachment, Lu.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Nope. I do not have an emotional attachment to the weed. Even if it is really good weed.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

You want it because of an emotional attachment.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I want it because the guy I'm dating was gay and married over the weekend. I don't pour your scotch down the drain when you want is because of an emotional attachement.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

No. You send an angel intervention.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

No I sent an angel intervention because you'd been missing for days. I let you drink the scotch in the flat.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

I can also drink your weight in liquor and be fine.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

And weed brownies aren't going to kill me. Just make me happy.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

If you don't throw the weed away, I will wear my shirt when I'm at the apartment.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Fine. [That's her pouty, petulant voice] I'm dumping all the scotch and liquor down the drain.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

Go ahead.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Fine. I will.

[1charmingangel.livejournal.com]

So are you going to get rid of the weed?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Jace, I'm dead. How much more damage can I really do?