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::sings::Is anybody there? Does anybody care?::sing stop::

It's Friday night, and no one's on?! I'm bored, damnit! And none of you are online, and I hate the phone. Never fun. I'm stuck watching BBCamerica. Which isn't that bad but nothing interesting is on yet. Monarch of teh Glen hasn't started yet. Father Ted isn't on till late and I'm bored!

And I have bloody writer's block. No thanks to you! ::glares at muses::

Yoohoo(1st muse)- Well it's not my bloody fault you have bloody writers block!
Moi: Of course it is! You're my muse! At least on of them.
Yoohoo- You always blame me. Why the bloody hell do you always blame me?!
Moi:Becasue you're my bloody muse! I already stated that fact!
PotBUNNY+I've given you plenty of ideas. So no blaming me!
Moi: But you're still on of my bloody muses! You're supposed to inspire and help me write damn it!
PotBUNNY+No need to shout.
Talia(Thalia's second cousin, once removed on her Mum's side)>Whats with all this talk of bloody and ideas? You writers are truly remarkable. First off we work are arse's off giving you ideas, and you can't even give us credit for our ideas.
PotBUNNY+And since when did you have an original thought?
Moi: ::points to LJ and all her stuff on FF.net:: Ever notice where all you inspiration goes?
Talia>Down the toilet with Rent-boy I'd chance!
YooHoo- Why don't you go calm down and write some citrus. Not like you need bloody inspiration for that.
PotBUNNY+Yes you go do that please.
Moi: ::glares then hits head:: Oy vey...