In which Sky wants to hit her head on the wall.

[cerulean_sky]

So, now I have a headache. The headache of doom, apparently. So bad that it makes me think that bashing my head against a wall would actually be an improvement. I kind of just want an ice pack, but we only have one of those hard ones that I used to use in my lunchbox. So does not help.

How is it that I had, like... five RPs going at one point, and am down to one? Booo. (I might mention that, Ben, it really helps if your character talks a bit more. I understand if that's just how he is, but you're really not giving me much to work with.)

I think I've posted four or five times today. Sheezes. They were all damned pointless.

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[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

(Oh right. Because your mom is going to say, to my face, "Yeah, you're pretty. But my daughter is prettier." It's far easier to say, "I'm sorry, I had to say it," to your kind, than it is to your kid's friend. I win. You lose. Ow.)

[airiviel.livejournal.com]

('Cept my mom didn't apologize or contradict the statement after you left! Therefore she meant it. Because she would've done one of those if she was just saying it to be nice. *holds up a bottle of pill* Wanna take some Tylendel? XD)

[cerulean-sky.livejournal.com]

(*falls over* Yes. As long as it comes with some Vanyel. That'll be sure to cure my headache.)