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[cabbitzilla]

First things first:

I'm trying to get all my Livejournal friends' locations plotted on a map - please add your location starting with this form. Username: (Then get your friends to!)

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....

Comments

Revenge...

[meamgrimlock.livejournal.com]

...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?

Re: Revenge...

[elisabeth.livejournal.com]

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*