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[thejunipertree]

me: I need a lot of money to just drop out of
the sky right about now.

TabbyRictus: it could happen...

TabbyRictus: or maybe santa will bring it.

me: *snort*

TabbyRictus: it's as likely as anything else
I guesss. Start playing the lottery...

me: Santa usually comes in the form of
my father. Who just generally gives me twenty
dollars in a card for Christmas.

TabbyRictus: well... it is money...

me: true enough. Just think...in about three
hundred years, I'd probably have enough for a
couple of college credits.

TabbyRictus: true...

me: hrm.

TabbyRictus: hm?

me: Just...brooding. You know how I am.

TabbyRictus: broody brood brood...

me: Typical goth girl, brooding over why she
can't become a mortician. I'm so cliche, I could
spit.

TabbyRictus: you should write a poem about it...

me: *thump*

TabbyRictus: I think you already wrote one....

TabbyRictus: Does it at least rhyme?

me: You're really going to get a brick
in the face. You know that, right? :P

TabbyRictus: heh heh. I'd like to see
you reach me with a brick from way over there...

me: meanie.

TabbyRictus: Or is santa gonna deliver it for
you?