*headdesk*

[mrsronweasley]

Christ, it's a slow day. And I mean, slow. I mean, I've been done with my morning stuff since nearly an hour ago.

Talk to me, people, if you have any pity on me whatsoever. Feel free to tell me stories, or jokes, or hell, give me a prompt, and I'll probably write you something quick. I just...fucking hell. I'm not really complaining - since last time I complained of boredom, I got five months of sheer hell afterwards - but fuck. Is it a slow day.

I plead with you. Play with me?

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well, actually

[croupier.livejournal.com]

OK, before Liz gets all up in my grill (and I haven't checked my email, so for all I know she has already, and I really can't blame her, because I don't like it when people call my friends twats), I was just being a bitchy old queen. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT LAW SCHOOL ENTITLES ME TO DO.