I have 4 hours of work left.
Everyone's checked in. Property's locked up. iPod battery's dead. Nothing to read. Trainee's gone home.
Help!
P.
*Dances*
Originally Posted by Jade
Nothing going on in your hotel? Madness!
Strike friggin' ruined it, man.
I got some heavy-hitters working on that first draft!
P.
Faster!
P.
I will sing you a song:
A rose, you never used your thorns,
The ones you loved abandoned you,
Your angel face made hearts so warm,
You helped the sick but who helped you ?
Then rushing through the Paris night,
They hounded you, you lost control,
We prayed that you would be alright,
The news came through - Your body cold...
(Chorus) Good night, my sweet princess...
Jitterbug, goddammit!
Pat, what part of Voltron do you wanna be for next year's NYC marathon?
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