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maderrExpecting the worst, planning for the worst...does in fact sometimes mean that it comes out 'the best'
As in, I expected the bus to take much longer, from what I remembered and while I'm going to hate all the walking come winter it's not *too* horrible. So this means I can wake up at 5,5:30* rather than 4. And I should get home about 5:45-ish, assuming of course I can leave right at five.
So that improves things slightly. And I have my new cd player, with Aerosmith, Lifehouse, Ra and Rob Thomas to keep me company. Sarah, don't forget to grab your other cds - I think I put them on your desk but you probaby haven't noticed yet XD
All right, need to brew some coffee and then get some work done before the masses get here.
*a/n* Chars not mine. Purely for fun.
Charlie whirled around at the sharp sting of leather against his thigh, right where it began to curve into his bottom. The reprimanding words for an impertinent Oompa-Loompa died on his lips as he met the smiling, mischievous face of Willy Wonka. "We're supposed to be whipping cows, not me." He fought a grin - it was always hard not to smile when Willy was around. Even the fiercest of pouts could not stand up to the infectious nonsensical good cheer that was the epitome of Willy Wonka.
There was something...something about Willy Wonka holding a crop and not his cane that made Charlie want to take several steps back. He gave into the urge, using the excuse of examining the latest batch of french vanilla cows to cover his retreat.
O_o Died there. I'll get back to it later.
Cooofffeeeee.
*I hate waking up right before I leave. I prefer at least an hour and a half, if not two hours, to wake up, eat, chill and generally move to full consciousness.
As in, I expected the bus to take much longer, from what I remembered and while I'm going to hate all the walking come winter it's not *too* horrible. So this means I can wake up at 5,5:30* rather than 4. And I should get home about 5:45-ish, assuming of course I can leave right at five.
So that improves things slightly. And I have my new cd player, with Aerosmith, Lifehouse, Ra and Rob Thomas to keep me company. Sarah, don't forget to grab your other cds - I think I put them on your desk but you probaby haven't noticed yet XD
All right, need to brew some coffee and then get some work done before the masses get here.
*a/n* Chars not mine. Purely for fun.
Charlie whirled around at the sharp sting of leather against his thigh, right where it began to curve into his bottom. The reprimanding words for an impertinent Oompa-Loompa died on his lips as he met the smiling, mischievous face of Willy Wonka. "We're supposed to be whipping cows, not me." He fought a grin - it was always hard not to smile when Willy was around. Even the fiercest of pouts could not stand up to the infectious nonsensical good cheer that was the epitome of Willy Wonka.
There was something...something about Willy Wonka holding a crop and not his cane that made Charlie want to take several steps back. He gave into the urge, using the excuse of examining the latest batch of french vanilla cows to cover his retreat.
O_o Died there. I'll get back to it later.
Cooofffeeeee.
*I hate waking up right before I leave. I prefer at least an hour and a half, if not two hours, to wake up, eat, chill and generally move to full consciousness.
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