Oh. For. Fucks. Sake.
Sep. 25th, 2012 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressAnd in other news, some indescribable carlicker stole the seat to my bike.
Like fucking really?
Luckily I still have Blaise, so when I get back I'll be seeing if there's something to be done, but I, with all the sincerity and bitterness I can dredge up, hope they are plagued with a travel gremlin who forevermore causes them to encounter endless red lights, inescapably snarled traffic, and a gas tank that inevitably runs out ten miles before the light goes on.
(And if I don't say the pagan words my mother taught me, it's still a wish and not a spell. Threefold it comes back, and however much it angers not to, the point of power is to not be reckless. Not casting at them still doesn't mean that I'm not going to say very many angry words though.)
Like fucking really?
Luckily I still have Blaise, so when I get back I'll be seeing if there's something to be done, but I, with all the sincerity and bitterness I can dredge up, hope they are plagued with a travel gremlin who forevermore causes them to encounter endless red lights, inescapably snarled traffic, and a gas tank that inevitably runs out ten miles before the light goes on.
(And if I don't say the pagan words my mother taught me, it's still a wish and not a spell. Threefold it comes back, and however much it angers not to, the point of power is to not be reckless. Not casting at them still doesn't mean that I'm not going to say very many angry words though.)