So, it's Friday

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. . . and profoundly uninteresting around here. I'm meeting Manuel at 9 tonight for clubbing. Anyone up for a night out? Assuming it doesn't conflict with anyone's abduction, that is. I realize there's something of a queue.

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[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

As fascinating as your nubs are, I'll have to take a raincheck. Out for the night, remember? Surely after that lap around the lake you do not doubt my ability to simultaneously club and text.

Besides, maybe it'll be an actual nail by the time I get back.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right. Eff all you over 16 people anyway.

Hrm. I bet my phone takes pictures.. .

Heeey. Look at that. I can SEND pictures. SWEET.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

. . .

I don't know what's worse: the fact that you feel compelled to share your nubs with the world, or the fact that I opened the attachment.

Ah well. At least I know I'm covered if I ever sever my own toes.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

You can't tell me that this isn't totally cool in a gross kinda way.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Fascination and disgust can quite happily coexist. That neatly encompasses our relationship with Forge, as a matter of fact.