cabbitzilla | (no subject)

First things first:

Now then. *sigh* We're back from New Jersey. In two and a half days, I've killed three tanks of gasoline (20 gallons each, 36mpg), I've killed -four- packs of cigarettes, and managed to NOT kill any of Megan's extended family, even after her cousin Jamie, drunk off his mother fucking ass, beat me half to death in the hallway trying to 'prove' that I'm 'faking' poor health.

Revenge, according to Klingon proverb, is 'a dish best served cold'. Someday, when I'm at my leisure, there will be a reckoning. He'll have more than the bruises he left me with to show for it. Aye, I'm a seriously pissed off cabbit at the moment. It will pass, and in the cold light of reason, something ... suitable ... will turn up.

In the meantime, I'm at the 'falling down' stage of fatigue, so I'm going to stumble off to bed. G'nite, darlings.

I love you, Mistress.

zzzZzzzzzz....

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

...in this case is likely best served by the law. Sounds like at least 'Battery', if not out-right assault.

*Gentle Hug, so as not to upset the bruises*

But do it while you've still got the marks on your body, neh?

No. It's simply not feasible, love. Unless something extraordinary occurs, that will be the /very/ last time I have to put up with Jamie, love. I'm not financially stable enough to entertain a legal battle against an old-money NJ family, and have -no- wish to make Megan's life a living hell.

My time will come, and at the least I'm now free of him.

And Lys.... it'll be okie, honest. Tuck the swords away, yes?

*hugs*

Just give me an address and a photo and I'll deal with it personally.

Hrm...wonder if I should actually SHARPEN the swords first? Nah...it'll hurt more if they're dull. And then I can tell the cops that I was just trying to prove that he was FAKING being so stupid.

See that orange light coming from the West? That's me, doing a slow burn in Texas...

*grrrrrr*

There's a light in Atlanta, too. Photos, addresses. We can form a party... and well, I'm thinking lots of liqueur involved, too. Just for the sake of it. Freedom will come soon, princess. :)

I love you too. *hugs*

I would like to quote an oft overlooked but fine actor of our time, Rowdy Roddy Piper:

"I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all out of bubble gum."

I'll be the frizzy haired one standing behind Lys with chocolate on my face. I'm always up for a good throw down.

I have precisely two things to say...
(1) *hugs!* Eeee! *carries you off somewhere safe and warm.
(2) Is it permissible to hit people you're legally related to? 'Cos that boy has some patellas that need non-elective surgery with a baseball bat.

You have my support to. I half wish that I was rich enough to bankroll getting the dolt thrown in jail where his old money wouldn't save him learning the meaning of pain. All I have to offer is my support (and, should you need it, any one of a number of sharp and pointy or hard and blunt objects...)

-Vulpin, the age, gender, and species confused ponyfox

*blink* It took me only four tanks of gas to get from Boston to Louisville and back again. You need to improve your gas mileage there.

I'd manifest the full width and breath of my severest displeasure on him myself if I didn't think your own revenge would be even more dire. *EVIL GRIN*

Good hear you're home, though!

Love,
~~Kt3 the Vicious~~

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THAT BASTARD!!!