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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.]

Comments

[workaphilic]

Well, if there is a murderer, I'd hope they'd have the decency to be slightly more interesting than your ticket out of the reunion.

[You probably wouldn't even appreciate the intellectual merit of it, you crazy kid. For shame.]

[exanimatus]

What, like a mystery?

[the potential for freedom overshadows any and all wants for intellectual merit!]

[workaphilic]

If you want to call it that.