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[exanimatus]

This trip is bullshit.

I hope that there's a serial killer out in the woods. I hope that he murders all of you.

Preemptive dibs on the bed with the least amount of blood on it.

[this iJournal message is brought to you by the surly teenager on the roof of the Marian Family Cabin. how did he get up on the roof? he doesn't know, but it's better than talking to any of you losers.]

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[exanimatus]

Uh-huh. What's the point of being out here, anyway?

[echivoc]

To connect with extended family members. I'm sure you can last a week out of your basement cave.

[exanimatus]

I don't know. I could catch a horrible disease due to a lack of proper environmental exposure. I could die because of associated medical complications.

Or I could steal a car and drive back to civilization. That sounds easier.

[echivoc]

[ hear that slow golf clap? yeeeep... ]

A beautiful, dramatic piece, Zelman. Now, suck it up and go mingle.

[exanimatus]

Uuugh, I'll mingle later. Leave me alone.

[echivoc]

You better, or I'll toss you into the lake.

[exanimatus]

...You wouldn't.

[...he would, wouldn't he. B|]

[echivoc]

I don't make idle threats.

[ oh he so would. ]

[exanimatus]

[...]

Yeeeeah, whatever.

[echivoc]

Remember, I know where you sleep, Zelman. Watch yourself.

[ journal shut! ]

[exanimatus]

[OH MY GOD, DAD. uuuugh his life is so hard.]