She was laying on the couch, clad in a tank top and low slung jeans, a cowboy hat that she had been wearing earlier tossed into the chair across from her. It had been a sweet down home country look she had been carrying earlier, the boot cut jeans, the simple white tank top and the black cowboy hat - it had been cute. At his grumbling, huffing and scurrying though she cocked a brow in his direction. "Issues?" She questioned with a soft smile, trying so hard to hide the laughter that was threatening to bubble out her parted lips. -- .: Kaya's Apartment :.

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Date Posted: 18:04:11 10/19/04 Tue
Author: Christian
Subject: She was laying on the couch, clad in a tank top and low slung jeans, a cowboy hat that she had been wearing earlier tossed into the chair across from her. It had been a sweet down home country look she had been carrying earlier, the boot cut jeans, the simple white tank top and the black cowboy hat - it had been cute. At his grumbling, huffing and scurrying though she cocked a brow in his direction. "Issues?" She questioned with a soft smile, trying so hard to hide the laughter that was threatening to bubble out her parted lips.
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He just growled again, slammed the fridge door shut, and stumbled his way dramatically into the living room, where he kneeled beside the couch and slowly laid his head on her stomach with a very deep, long sigh, lower lip jutting out into a sad, frustrated pout. "I can't do this anymore. I'm going to have to get a job collecting trash, and then I'm going to do that for the rest of my life - drive a dump truck and toss garbage backs into the back every morning. And it'll be worse in the summer when it's all hot and especially horrible smelling, and in the winter I'll slip on the ice and have to traipse through the snow, and it'll be horrible." (NT) -- Christian, 18:11:10 10/19/04 Tue