Oh, gods...why me?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callynanaders are fun, she says.

You should hang out with them, she says.

Oh look, Callynanders are throwing a Triad Night. You should go, she says.

Have some ambrosia, it's relaxing, she says.

Strip Triad? It'll be fun, she says.

So now I'm drunk, I'm naked, gremlins have stolen my clothes and I've passed out on Crichton's couch.

If I can ever figure out how to get to her, she is so very, very, dead.

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Because I said so.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

No, no. It can only be All Your Fault if you come up with a reason, no matter how convoluted.

For instance, it is All My Fault that you feel guilty about your present situation, ie, attempted murder of myself and Logan, and sucessful one of Kitty. It's All My Fault because I should have been able to totally, omg, outsmart/throw waffles at your evil self and gotten away and saved Logan. And I should have warned Kitty.

Hence, I win at All My Fault, and you lose.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Why you want to play All My Fault when Not My Fault is much more fun, I'll never know.