Snippet #9
Jul. 14th, 2003 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveBlair Sandburg
His life sucks. Royally. Sucks in big letters that he'd like to paint on a banner and display outside the loft if he didn't think Jim would kill him -- and that's all part of his life sucking, anyway, so maybe he might as well do it.
He'd go and get some paint and get started, if he didn't think he'd be giving the wrong message.
His life doesn't suck in the sense that he needs therapy. He doesn't need meds, although there are one or two he wouldn't mind indulging in. His life sucks more in the sense that he really needs to hunt down his mother and make her take him with her on her next trip, and drop him off someplace where no one who speaks English could find him.
Right, except for maybe a Black Ops-trained Sentinel.
Maybe he should just head down to Reyes' Books and Coffeeshop. No way would Jim follow him there. And then Blair could go about with making his sign in peace, and maybe Felica would help him find some paper to make the banner, and let him use their back room to spread out in so he could make the sign big enough without getting paint in other people's coffee.
Because his life sucks, and the only single thing that would make a difference is if the world could know.
"Sorry I'm late," Jim says, suddenly standing behind him and kissing the back of his neck.
So maybe there are two things.
His life sucks. Royally. Sucks in big letters that he'd like to paint on a banner and display outside the loft if he didn't think Jim would kill him -- and that's all part of his life sucking, anyway, so maybe he might as well do it.
He'd go and get some paint and get started, if he didn't think he'd be giving the wrong message.
His life doesn't suck in the sense that he needs therapy. He doesn't need meds, although there are one or two he wouldn't mind indulging in. His life sucks more in the sense that he really needs to hunt down his mother and make her take him with her on her next trip, and drop him off someplace where no one who speaks English could find him.
Right, except for maybe a Black Ops-trained Sentinel.
Maybe he should just head down to Reyes' Books and Coffeeshop. No way would Jim follow him there. And then Blair could go about with making his sign in peace, and maybe Felica would help him find some paper to make the banner, and let him use their back room to spread out in so he could make the sign big enough without getting paint in other people's coffee.
Because his life sucks, and the only single thing that would make a difference is if the world could know.
"Sorry I'm late," Jim says, suddenly standing behind him and kissing the back of his neck.
So maybe there are two things.