Date: 2006-09-01 03:28 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herongale
May x Hurricane OTP!

Date: 2006-09-01 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kleptoneko.livejournal.com
aiyee! i didn't finish doing it, oh well.

good enough for not.. :p

Date: 2006-09-01 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thisisnotmyname.livejournal.com
....lmao i didn't realize the subject i entered would become the subject of your entire post. right on for clerks!


MAY YOU ARE A GOON! and i love you. and don't die in front of your window, because that is a horribly lame way to go.




































ham dildo.

Date: 2006-09-01 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kleptoneko.livejournal.com
ahhh, cool, you finished it for me XD
and i didn't notice know that they didn't take html codes.. heh

Date: 2006-09-01 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] riot-o-curls.livejournal.com
@.@ i would say lucky you but a part of me wants to go, "are you crazy?!" a part of me says, yess!! enjoy the fury that is the hurricane and the other says, stay inside!

Date: 2006-09-01 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zoechan.livejournal.com
"Would you like to ....."


man... you are in a wierd pocket of East Coast crazy weather. It's been just fine up here. I little rain, a little wind. HAHAHA there is no hurricane! It's all lies.

Date: 2006-09-01 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sky-dark.livejournal.com
Circe's bad weather fixation should only be the end of her XD GEEZEMAY XD

Date: 2006-09-01 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tavella.livejournal.com
Oh, man, I miss east coast weather. Not all the time, but I miss the summer thunderstorms where the rain is bucketing down so hard it turns into a mist ankle deep on the group, and the trees are swaying, and the violet lightning is cracking the sky...

Date: 2006-09-01 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coldcerealstars.livejournal.com
Dean burst into the room with all the pinache and delicacy of a mad rhino, the pressure of the door's outward swing increasing the depth of the impression its cold knob had worn into the wall over the years.

"Sammy, Dad just called. He says he'll be a few mor-", Dean's clipped report cut of abruptly. The cognitive and sane portion of his brain was scrambling for the Abort Meltdown switch. His throat was in the rather unenjoyable process of drying painfully and choking him as his wide and staring green eyes absorbed the sight of his little brother palming himself one-handed on the narrow hotel bed.

.....MAY IS THIS YOURS? *is lauuuuuuuuuuughing at the surprises that autodraft leaves her*

Date: 2006-09-01 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] look-alive.livejournal.com
OMG! Lol you are a special, special panda. *hugs* I would so totally do the same thing.

Date: 2006-09-02 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yawmin.livejournal.com
"my love for you is ticking clock- BERSERKER"

THAT WOULD BE FROM CLERKS, MY DEAR.


Date: 2006-09-02 06:17 am (UTC)
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