Writer's Block: A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma

[amarissia]

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"I have been turned into a fortune cookie by my evil step-mother. Please don't eat me."

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[kel-fish.livejournal.com]

I guess I couldn't ask what the Chinese food is like in your neck of the woods then, 'cause here it sucks. I mean, there's a cheap place where you can get Chinese-like food from a Chinese family, but it's a buffet so quality is... well, thrown out at times for quantity. There used to be this awesome place that was authentic Chinese food down to the way they made their tea, homemade fortune cookies and everything (well, restaurant made, but still). It's the only place I really ever liked and it went out of business awhile back. I was devastated.

Nothing like talking to a person who just finished throwing up, then rushing into the stall yourself because you were a dumbass and ate before you ran into the bathroom to do something that would make you anxious in the first place. What an LJ post though: "Met amarissia. Threw up."

[amarissia.livejournal.com]

See, now we HAVE to meet someday so you can make that post. I will make one as well, that says "Met Kel_fish. Both threw up. Genesis screamed like a little girl."

[kel-fish.livejournal.com]

Pocket Axel cackled and tried to grope the nearest Choir member in the confusion. Then fled before revenge could be exacted, which means he hid in my fucking jeans pocket and now my leg is going to get hacked off at the thigh by someone with a long, fancy piece of metal.