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I have three problems.

1. Have you ever found out you exist in an alternate reality? One where you lost your OMG PERFECT job and way of life for standing up for your nearly-executed boyfriend? It's not fun. And worse, this is probably going to make things messier with the not-nearly-or-otherwise-executed-at-all-in-this-reality boyfriend when my posting here is over. *headdesk* *headwall* *headlamp*

2. I'm not complaining at all about the four days straight of sexing up (I'm sorry, Cameron, am I rubbing it in?), but I'm afraid I might lose mobility soon. Again, that's worth it. But how do I keep someone from commenting on it before I have to shove their own foot down their throat?

3. People seem to think I'm threatening. Advice? If Little Wooden Boy could talk, he would have said I should bake cake, but there are a lot of people at this school.

Comments

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1. In another reality, my alter-ego had ten big breakups in his life and spent the most of a book movie month going over what he did wrong. That and making mixed tapes. I'm not sure if that has anything to do with your problem, but I understand the alternate reality thing.

Just be glad you're not being chased by paper boys for $2.00

2. Shove their own fist down their throat. Easier to manage.

3. Sing Captain and Tenille at Caritas. Nobody who sings "Muskrat Love" can be viewed as threatening. Look how well singing "Big Spender" did for Callisto's image.

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1. Wow. That's impressive.

*wonders if in another reality she's really Vala*

2. I'll take that under advisement. Thank you.

3. I have no idea what you're talking about. *will NEVER sing in public omg*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

3. *plots to sic Widow Twanky on Marty*

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3. *gets popcorn*