016 ⇨ one in loneliness

[brobeforehos]

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And no dangerous kissing was had this week. All in all, I am proud of my resistance.

Also proud of my brand new coffee maker...that I bought at a second hand store. I like to think this would've been a small way of making my mother both proud and frustrated at the same time. But - hey, good coffee in the morning? Who doesn't love that?!

Speaking of love, 'tis the season soon, I believe, and...well, I never imagined I wouldn't spend it with my brother. It's always been just us, when there wasn't anyone else, and this time it's just me. Brooding might happen. I'm pretty sure brooding shouldn't happen on Christmas - it feels more like a Valentine's Day sort of emotion, or a general one, depending on who we're talking about.

Anyway! I am going to just go ahead and tell everyone that I'll be sending out - or delivering - holiday postcards. So just leave your name and location if you want one, and I promise they will not all match the colour of my hair.

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[dropkick]

...so relieved.

[ Dry as a desert tone. ]

What is a 'rave' in Exeter?

[ JUST CHECKING... ]

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know. Loud music, short skirts, warehouses in the bad part of town...


I'd say drinks and other things, but you seem ready to faint over that idea.

[dropkick]

[ Slight laugh and then clearing his throat, ahem. ]

No fainting from this side of the room. Sounds like what raves are where I'm from too.

Guess I was expecting it to be different, somehow.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Come on, we're British, not aliens.

[dropkick]

I'm gonna let you have that one.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

Mae, one point.

[dropkick]

Arthur, zero. Well. At least I know where I stand.

[brobeforehos.livejournal.com]

You'll get your shots at a rematch.