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fandomhigh2011-02-11 03:29 pm
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Great, It's Friday Again, Why Did I Start This Stupid Fucking Club, Why Do You Show Up, Go Die
George couldn't muster up much hate today, so apathy club was going to be more apathetic than hate-filled. Somehow, the other members of the club would have to find it in their hearts to forgive her.
If they could be bothered to care in the first place.
"I dunno," George said. "There's that stupid dance tonight. Everybody's so thrilled about it. Who cares."
George was going, to the dance. She'd even bought herself a ticket.
"Everybody's probably doing their haaaaaaair and maaaaaaake-up and making sure their lame dresses look nice."
Her dress was green.
"Whatever," she said. "Fuck the dance."
And, as an afterthought, "Whoever ... bought me flowers? Uh. Thank you? I think?"
If they could be bothered to care in the first place.
"I dunno," George said. "There's that stupid dance tonight. Everybody's so thrilled about it. Who cares."
George was going, to the dance. She'd even bought herself a ticket.
"Everybody's probably doing their haaaaaaair and maaaaaaake-up and making sure their lame dresses look nice."
Her dress was green.
"Whatever," she said. "Fuck the dance."
And, as an afterthought, "Whoever ... bought me flowers? Uh. Thank you? I think?"