Stockholm syndrome
Mar. 1st, 2003 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenThunder crash, and lightning flash, and the weather outside the window matches my mood. Pine branches are beating against the glass.
In the five minutes that have passed since I wrote that, a shower of hailstones have fallen that are the size of peas.
Thunder. Crash. Lightning flash.
I had a reasonable argument with my mother. It escalated into heavy acrimony, but I don't care and I find it liberating.
Crash. Now it's raining. Looks like someone up there is overturning buckets.
Hannah wants to kidnap me. I think if she tried it this afternoon, I'd immediately succumb to Stockholm syndrome. It's so cosy in my room. Thinking about her, I wish she was here.
Anyway. Fanfic is the next thing on my to-do list.
In the five minutes that have passed since I wrote that, a shower of hailstones have fallen that are the size of peas.
Thunder. Crash. Lightning flash.
I had a reasonable argument with my mother. It escalated into heavy acrimony, but I don't care and I find it liberating.
Crash. Now it's raining. Looks like someone up there is overturning buckets.
Hannah wants to kidnap me. I think if she tried it this afternoon, I'd immediately succumb to Stockholm syndrome. It's so cosy in my room. Thinking about her, I wish she was here.
Anyway. Fanfic is the next thing on my to-do list.
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on 2003-03-01 08:47 am (UTC)*Sniggers*
On second thoughts, Hannah hasn't been online all afternoon... ;)