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raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,
@ 2009-10-20 19:59:00

Current mood:	sore
Entry tags:	menstrual woes, skibble

You know, the birth control pills were supposed to help with this.
One of those quick skibbly things - more getting the idea down than trying for High Art.

Bitching about girly cramps herein.

Why is the moogle wearing a shirt? To have something to hike up, obviously.

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	navigatorsghost 2009-10-21 02:02 am UTC (link)
	;_;! cuddles That's distressingly characterful, and I am deeply sympathetic... (Reply to this) (Thread)

	raisedbymoogles 2009-10-21 03:45 pm UTC (link)
	...My artist lobe takes that as a compliment. ^_^;;; hugs (Reply to this) (Parent)

	deepbluesquee 2009-10-21 07:30 am UTC (link)
	Awwww-! hugs! That's adorable, but my poor moogle. ;_; (Reply to this) (Thread)

	raisedbymoogles 2009-10-21 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	sad, sad moogle eyes! Sad! ~~Could use a story.~~ Saaaad! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

deepbluesquee
2009-10-21 06:51 pm UTC (link)

*flaaaaaaail! Cuddles and flail! ~~Story, hmm? Let's see...~~ Cuddles!*

Once upon a time there was a little boy. He and his Da had just moved to a new town, and the little boy's Da had said that he coud go outside and play in the garden while his Da unpacked some of the heaver, boring things from their boxes. The little boy had spent the morning unpacking his own things and helping his Da, so, sammich in hand and feeling adventurous, he went outside and walked up to the fence.

It was quite an adventurous thing, in truth. The fence divided up their little rented house from the one next door, and the one next door was both a fair way away from the fence and seemed to loom over it at the same time. It was dark, dingy with leaf-mould-light and hunkered down on the low hill of land it owned like a spider, all curled in and waiting. The little boy had made up his mind to be brave, though, because the last time he'd looked at the scary house, he'd seen a person inside.

He kind of wanted to find out if it was a really-real person or a ghost. It looked like a ghost house, so it probably was a ghost, but if it was a real person then they might want to come be friends with him and his Da.

Artemis bit thoughtfully into his sandwich, leaned on the fence and settled in to watch for the face at the window.

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