So...

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

My mun and I have decided that we all should have the opportunity to talk to Little Wooden Boy or the equivalent. Not necessarily about Ms Pryde, mind you. Just about life.

Comments

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I'll start.
I hate myself. I hate myself and did I mention that my girlfriend was making out with an Immortal? yeah, that stings. I hate myself. And it's not like suicide would work either. In fact, it would probably just make things worse.

Bloody regeneration shite. [kicks the floor, hard] Ow.

I'm going to spend most of today trying to figure out how to apologise. To everyone, except for Geoff, but I'll probably apologise to him again too holy shit, I kissed him. where the HELL did that come from?. Cally probably won't ever forgive me, too.

[bangs head against the wall a bunch of times]



Yeah, but you're still depressed about things. Serves you right, Ms. 'Gremlin bite?! That sounds like fun!'

We'd better.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*pats*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

This sucks and I hate it. [kicks the floor again and stubs his toe] Ow.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Want AuntieCallisto to kiss it better?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Thanks. That might just make it worse.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Dude you kissed the love of my life! Only don't tell Sawyer I said that 'kay?

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Little Wooden Boy is just a few pieces of wood bound together in a crude manner. He cannot speak. But if he could, he would say that it isn't your fault, and the only way to apologize (Little Wooden Boy is American and spells "apologize" with a "z") is from your heart.

Now leave him alone before he gives you a splinter.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

If he gave me a splinter, I'd deserve it. Because I suck.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Little Wooden Boy will give you a splinter it will make you stop whining. And it will hurt enough to take your mind off any problems not relating to having a big chunk of wood in your hand.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Okay. Thank you, Little Wooden Boy.

[isn't THAT much of a masochist]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Little Wooden Boy would be proud that his tough love approach helped, if he weren't inanimate. The splinter he gave was much, much smaller than what he could have done. But psychologically, it was huge. He would hope it helped.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*OMG, FLEE!*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[calls after her] I'm so sorry!

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Damn. And I was still locked in the closet when you kissed Geoff AND I MISSED IT.

Ahem. I mean. Yes, dreadful, quite. Want me to kiss it and make it better?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Well, you weren't in the closet when I was kissing him the second time. But you were...shall we say, otherwise indisposed with kissing, yourself.

I suppose you hate me too. yes, please.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

What? *goes and checks* Oh. Oh! Yes. Quite.

Hate you? The worst you did was give me a sugar rush on an empty stomach. But I'll hate you if it makes you feel better. *snogs*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Quite? That's one word for it.

I really don't want you to hate me. I'm just in the mindset that assumes everyone does. [moans] I'll be in my bunk.