Three years of being attending military school and I get stuck as a camp councilor.
It's not even a survival camp, that I could deal...but with campfire songs and arts and crafts.
I'd like my dignity back now, thanks
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June 2012
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Um. Hello? Is this thing on? My older self has helped me get my own place. I know I'm kind of young, but I can handle myself. I'm sure the other me will keep visiting and mothering me. I suppose that's in our nature. Lucy! I am soooooooo exhausted from trying to keep up with Mini Me. Dad, Pop, I have NO idea how you did it. Voice post
¿Qué está pasando? ¿Donde esta mi madre? That's it! I can't take it! Big me is driving me crazy :( Make him stoooop. Hello? This is Beta. I want to go for a walk. Ickle -- Voice Post
Ima BEARRRR! Between the five year old version of our son Xander and the six month old version of me, I'm afraid that my husband is going to get baby fever. Or already has it. Does anyone know how I got here? I'm in some offices and -- hey there's some cool stuff here! Voice Post
*the sound of something crashing....much giggling then another crash* [voice]
[There is happy and childish humming, and the clinkle of kitchenware close by. In the background there is a ominously loud bubbling sound, which goes unnoticed until it is too late. A little shriek, a loud popping explosion, and then a shocked squeal. There is silence for a moment more before her giggling "Oooops" can be heard.] Hee. Crazy straws? What else will you mortals come up with? Dadee? Dee? Dammy nungry. Voice post
I want my mother . . . I-I don't--- don't like this. Old!Me seems to think this will pass, but I-i-- this is too crazy. |