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[nny]

I am clearly a crap person, since the news that my parents hadn't got me any Easter chocolate AT ALL made me cry.

Although this could be something to do with sleeplessness caused by scrabbly mice. I'm so tired and achey, you wouldn't believe.

Also could be something to do with the fact that my parents never ring me and I can't afford to ring them. Emails aren't quite the same. Nor is MSN messenger, but apparently the immediacy of the contact is enough to make me cry.

Urgh.

I'm so not a weepy person, I swear.

I was really looking forward to that chocolate. Haven't had any in ages.



So I love lunar_echo my flatmate. 'cos she bought me chocolate. And she's just damned nice. And indulges me. And hugs me. And sometimes I need that.

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[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

The little stuff always seems to be what really pushes the buttons, for some reason. Bleh. Hope the mice shut up tonight, at least.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Me too. I'm tempted to sleep now, just because they're quiet, but that can only lead to wakefulness later and... RP...

why was I complaining again?

[gabes-meister.livejournal.com]

Mum says she probably will get you an easter egg or when you come home you can have some of mine.







And I will cook you some pasta :D




Mums in a bad mood anyway, meh.

[quean-of-swords.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling. *hugs*

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

i would completely cry if my parents didn't send me any chocolate!

if it makes you feel better, one year at undergrad my friend got a package from her parents right before easter and thought it would be candy, and in fact they had sent her women's calcium chews. Close, but no cigar.

[sophistry]

I'd hoped you were tired enough that you might just conk out and not be kept awake. :/

I wonder if I tried to send you frankincense to help you sleep, whether it'd get sniffed out as drugs or something...

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

You're not a crap person at all. Sometimes you just need that contact, and those small things to remind you that you're loved.

*hugs*

I'm sorry you haven't been getting sleep. I hope you feel better soon, lovely.

[toujoursimpur.livejournal.com]

MY PARENTS DIDN'T BUY ME ANY EITHER RAAAAR.

For villainny, on the occasion of it being too difficult to send her *actual* eggs

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

It had taken *work*. Not hard work, admittedly, but it added up over the centuries. Crowley had a part in everything from the gentle support of a liberal and slightly drunken* interpretation of the metaphors of birth, to the invention of cheap, flavourless, mass produced chocolate - as well as a substantial investment in gold foil, because humans were as ever distracted by something shiny.

And he even got a minor commendation, back a few years, for nurturing decadence on this most holy of days. He almost would have considered it worth the effort, except he never got the chance to gloat to the angel. Crowley had been waiting for decades for the chance, casually running into Aziraphale around the end of March, casually inviting him for drinks, casually tempting him into conversation... but Aziraphale never brought it up.

Finally, Crowley decided Aziraphale was obviously too embarrassed by Crowley's clear victory in this matter, and he'd have to mention it himself. Crowley leaned across the restaurant table and changed the subject to something with almost the same number** of syllables as commercialization. Aziraphale nodded proudly and said, Yes, and wasn't good to see so many more people happy on Easter? Especially those who didn't have religious reasons to celebrate.

Crowley scowled at his glass of cognac, suspecting that somewhere he had been had. When he took another sip, it tasted bitter.

The next morning Crowley awoke alone, feeling bleary eyed and vaguely hollow. He ran his hands across his face a couple times and then reached for his sunglasses, frowning when his fingers hit something round and smooth.

Crowley pushed himself up and looked. Clustered behind the dark shades of his glasses was a handful of gold-wrapped chocolate eggs.
 

*It was, afterward, the only way to explain why the rabbits.

**It might be fair entertainment to hear commercialization pronounced by someone with a lisp, but they'd have nothing on a drunken serpent.

Re: For villainny, on the occasion of it being too difficult to send her *actual* eggs

[villainny.livejournal.com]

That's absolutely fantastic. Thanks so much! Wow. :D

Totally made my day.

Re: For villainny, on the occasion of it being too difficult to send her *actual* eggs

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

No problem. I'm just glad my insidious plan worked - it's never fun to be upset on the holidays.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Nny darling? You sound like me, past few days at least. :(

I have discovered that when I feel shitty about everything, it's not everything that's shitty, it's the way my brain functions. Yes I am genius rawr. Which isn't to say some things aren't shitty, just that sometimes it helps to know you could be lots more cheerful in the same situation.

ummm I like to state the obvious.

*hugs*

[gabes-meister.livejournal.com]

Mums going now. :D She and Dad are out now buying you one.

^_^' They have been an hour so far :P

Meh, Come home early tommorow I wanna give you a biiiiiiiig hug

:D

[lunar-echo.livejournal.com]

awww *blushes* that's really sweet. Any time love :D We shall indulge in Dead Cam Dance & British Museum geekery next week *glee*