Browncoat Bar and Grill- Frosty Joy
POSTED BY: MsA
UPDATED: Sunday, February 7, 2010 01:28
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Quote:
Originally posted by Hell's Kitten:
>.>
<.<
*flees*
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DFTBA!
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HK, I less then three you times a million.
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DFTBA!
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Quote:((with ya on that one))
Originally posted by RoxyFreefall:
I ((less than three)) you, too, Roxy. ^^
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I love him!!!!!!!
I could watch that gif for hours...
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It might not evoke quite the same response in me as it does some of the ladies... but that is a pretty cool gif.
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About a week ago, something... horrible happened to me. I'm getting through it kinda, but my first instinct was to just lay in bed and never leave my house again. But that's not the answer, so I'm taking steps to move past it. One of which is actually talking about it, but those of you that know me know I'm not too big on that, so instead I chose to write this and let you imaginary people read it. I know it's bad and all over the place, but right now this is the best I can do. I know I'm not... whatever here anymore, but right now this feels familiar and safe. So yeah, here it is.
Flashing lights... It's hazy. I try to get up, it hurts. I'm walking away, someone yells to me from the distance "I'll call you later!". "Yeah, later!" I responded.
Someone shouts, footsteps almost as fast as the beating of my heart. I'm late, they're waiting... I'll take the shortcut.
I'm sitting on an ambulance, the paramedic is checking my injuries. How many were there? Three, maybe four... No, definitely four. It's dark, a voice calls out.
He sterilizes a cut. It stings, but that's nothing... Did you get a good look at them? No, not really. The voice isn't familiar, I ignore it. Louder now... and closer. What did it just say?
I can give you the basics, that's it. I don't wanna talk to the cop, I just wanna curl up... I feel dirty. I walk faster. Two of them jump out in front of me.
Could you pick tham out of a lineup? I dunno... Maybe? Didn't you hear me? The voice is right behind me now. I try to run, but one of them punches me. I fall.
Why were they attacking you? Why... I try to get up, but one of them kicks me. The others run towards me and join in. The blows hurt, but something else hurts much worse.
Yeah... why? They wanted money... The words leave my mouth before I know what I'm saying. The blows rain down, but their words cut me like a knife.
So it was a mugging? Yeah... They stop, I see flashing lights. One of them yells, let's get out of here! They run off.
We'll need you to come down and make a formal statement, but there's not much we can do. Yeah... My cousins run to me, "What happened?".
I was mugged... At least, that's what I told the police. But I know the truth, and so do they.
Six letters form a word, a word that makes me wince now, because see... I was the victim of a hate crime.
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...I'm so sorry.
I feel stupid saying what seems to be useless words.
But I can't think of anything else to say.
Everything else seems so trite.
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