August Entry

[tessa]

You do really good things with words, Mr. Dean. Even while in the throes of a gin whim.

A question? Was he that insane before she fucked him over or was it the fucking-over that made him so?

~makes note to self...if I ever see Mr. Dean carrying a jar of honey, go hide~

[H Dean]

You do really good things with words, Mr. Dean. Even while in the throes of a gin whim.

It's the editing that I don't do well under the influence.

A question? Was he that insane before she fucked him over or was it the fucking-over that made him so?

Insane? What in the world made you think he was insane? He surely wasn't. He certainly seemed perfectly sane. There was nothing left for him to lose is all.

~makes note to self...if I ever see Mr. Dean carrying a jar of honey, go hide~

yes, that's right...go hide. Of course, if I find you I could very well be pissed that I had to hunt you down.

I do mean hunt, by the way.

Bang bang, sweet Tessa...you made my wall.

[tessa]

yes, that's right...go hide. Of course, if I find you I could very well be pissed that I had to hunt you down.

I do mean hunt, by the way.

Bang bang, sweet Tessa...you made my wall.

Well crap.

~stocks the hidey-hole with provisions and makes a plan to try and get into the PWPP (Perverted Witness Protection Program)~