Writer's Block: Going the distance

[parked]

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I don't think moving to another city would uproot my entire life. But yeah, I would. I'd move a lot farther than a city, for that matter.

Wow, I don't even remember the last time I did one of these. It was... a long time ago. I haven't even been using his journal very often, which is sort of a shame. I actually got a little concerned because some of the viruses lately have been passing me by, and I wasn't sure if it was just plain luck or because the community was getting ready to forget about me. Seriously, I was freaking out because something strange wasn't happening to me. That's not what I'd call healthy.

I should probably make sure not to bring any of that up at the next psych evaluation.

Comments

[torchwoodteaboy]

You do realize he can read this entire conversation, don't you?

[parked]

Oh, no. He can???

[torchwoodteaboy]

You're a smart arse, you are.

[parked]

You should've learned that a while ago.

[torchwoodteaboy]

I have, I just keep forgetting it. I keep getting distracted from it by...incredible sex on the beach and massages and posts about how someday you might move in with me and all.

[parked]

I try to be really good with distractions.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Well. One doesn't usually aspire to be bad at them, no.

[parked]

Fair point.

[torchwoodteaboy]

But you are. Good with the distractions, that is. And a smart arse. The two aren't mutually exclusive, after all.

[parked]

No, they're really not. But I don't mind being either.

[torchwoodteaboy]

I suppose you wouldn't, would you. That's okay. You're lucky I don't mind it.