Electroclash | Sarah (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
electrocynic) wrote2012-11-06 02:44 pm
electrocynic) wrote2012-11-06 02:44 pm
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Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday
The weekend was very nearly forgotten, because why bother spending too much time reminiscing about the time you were a slutty nun with a bun in the oven and a prostitute for a boyfriend (not to mention some kind of a past with his doppelganger)? Sarah had just made Monday a mental health day – meaning chocolate and wine in jammies and never leaving her apartment – and left it at that.
And today, it was election day, and she really didn't give half a shit about it. But she was absolutely fascinated by the three tiny blue donkeys and two equally tiny red elephants that kept scuffling with each other on her office floor.
"Kick him in the face! That's the spirit."
Ladies and gents, your guidance counselor was available. And taking bets on which tiny animal was going to be victorious.
[ooc: Open!]
And today, it was election day, and she really didn't give half a shit about it. But she was absolutely fascinated by the three tiny blue donkeys and two equally tiny red elephants that kept scuffling with each other on her office floor.
"Kick him in the face! That's the spirit."
Ladies and gents, your guidance counselor was available. And taking bets on which tiny animal was going to be victorious.
[ooc: Open!]