you can also threaten her and see if she'll cave.
I was so mad about the evil landlady that I could hardly type. I wouldn't suggest this, of course, but there is the internets. You could make her life a living hell by posting that story and her name.
Any thing in particular or just a general sadness.
brenda knows what's the what. No Miracleborns living fifteen minutes away any more.
Bracket hugs?
You betcha.
I'm sorry Sean. Anything we can do?
Dressing up like Jessica Rabbit helps.
{{Sean}} I'm sorry, sweetie.
(((Sean))) I'm working on it.
You'd think that knowing this day was coming for a while now would help. Not as much as I'd hoped.
Michigan better be damned good to them, or I'm gonna have to go drag them back out here again.
What, you couldn't sneak out last night and slash their tires? I swear, it's like you're not even TRYING to keep them in LA...
{{{{{Sean}}}}}
Travel~ma to the Aimee and Joe and Emma and assorted furclads.