I defy you, Sucky Thursday! You think, with your dark powers of Making Me Dress Badly Whilst Half Asleep (why do I
still own this shirt?), Offering Me Overtime Which I Probably Should Do Even Though I Don't Really Want To, Stressing Me Out About Moving House And Changing Job So I End Up Scarily Forgetful, and Making Everyone Else Have A Sucky Day Too In Many And Varied Ways, you will break me? Well, you won't! I wave Häagen-Dazs Belgian chocolate ice-cream, and Earl Grey green tea in your general direction! I thumb my nose at you, and read
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I write Jack/Teal'c fic at you. I hope shots of Jack's ass serve you well.
There. That should do it.
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This shirt is going in the bin tonight. Because it waits, like a boobytrap (oh, how apt), for me to forget just how see-through it can be.
bless you, my child!
I may have screamed, very quietly, when I got to work and looked in the mirror. "Fuck! They'll be able to tell what brand of bra I'm wearing!" Ah, I can laugh about it now...
Thank god for cardigans, that's all I'm saying.