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It's funny how all the shit I failed to do yesterday comes back to bite me today. Anyway, guess what I was eating when I wrote this drabble:

Title: Broken Cookies
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/W
Words: 100
Disclaimer: yes.

He knows that it’s wrong, that he’s taking advantage of House. But he can’t even muster the vaguest regret. It’s so easy to slip back into House’s bed. He doesn’t bother asking anymore. If House didn’t want him there, he could change the locks. That’s how he justifies it. House could say no and never does. It’s a relief that House doesn’t complain when he leaves again. There’s no sulking, no petty jealousy, no mind games. Or at least no more mind games than usual. No repercussions. It’s a freebie. It doesn’t count as anything. Broken cookies have no calories.

 

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Date: 2006-09-11 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] calidragon.livejournal.com
I'm honestly jealous, cause nothing I ever randomly think of like that ever turns into something interesting or constructive. Or rarely, maybe. But, it's probably an issue with motivation or maybe a symptom of my short attention span.

Speaking of which, I was a having a highly animated conversation with my mom last night and she mentioned that maybe I should get some kind of help to see if maybe I'm manic depressive (cause I was pretty hyper at that moment).

My reaction?...I burst out laughing.
"See what I mean?" she replied. God, maybe I DO need help. >.<

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