I am going to kill something.

[the_wanlorn]

Finally home from Baltimore*. Going to bed. Bombing Connecticut out of existence in the morning**.




*Should've gotten home at 9pm. It's 1am.
**Our blood feud has been going on since 1995***. After spending 4 hours there today, it's over.
***My sister spent the entirety of CT upside down in the back seat next to me, screaming that she was "never getting back in this fucking car again". She was in 3rd grade.

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[kisahawklin]

Oh, god, I'm soooooooooooo sorry. :(

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

Hey, can I crash at you guys' overnight on August 14? I'm going to visit a frand in Indiana, and it's a wicked shorter drive if I, you know, stop for a night at you guys than if I do a straight shot from MA.

[kisahawklin]

Yah, of course!

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

*\o/*

For the record, if you guys are not home (WEE WAS NOT SURE ABOUT THIS) I am crashing on your porch. There will be no figuring out of how to get me a key. BECAUSE I AM HAPPY WITH THE PORCH GODDAMNIT.

Not that me and her spent a good chunk of time arguing about this earlier or anything.

[kisahawklin]

We are home, wee and I have talked about that, and you are perfectly welcome to crash on our (filthy, trash-strewn) porch anytime, no need to request permission.

On the other hand, I think the next time I see you, I'll just hand you a damn set of keys for keeps.

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

I would sleep on the lounge chair pads, and protect myself from pigeons with a pointy stick. It would be like camping, but with fewer bears. *____________*

[kisahawklin]

Er, okay. And I'm still going to give you keys next time I see you (assuming my Alzheimers doesn't kick in and make me forget I promised that).