Room 417, Wednesday afternoon
Aug. 16th, 2006 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeSo in coming to the realization that she's going to be expected to actually fly an actual thingie in actual space for a class she didn't actually sign up for, Jaye has come to the conclusion that she has a couple days to live.
This would be why she is writing out a will.
To whom it may concern
Yo peeps
Hey, bitches
I, Jaye Tyler, being of sound body and relatively sound mind, depending on who you ask, do hereby bequeath my stuff to people in the case of my untimely and tragic death.
To my parents, I leave my debt. Yes, I already have some. Getting me that credit card was probably not a smart decision.
To Aaron, I leave most of my animal thingies. I don't know what your obsession is, but you're a grown man. Kind of. Get over it.
To Sharon, I leave the nicotine patches I totally just bought. Seriously, black goes with everything except your lungs.
To Mahandra, I leave all my cool stuff. You know which stuff. Also, delete all files off my computer. No, it's not porn.Well, okay, I might have saved a fanfic that gets a little racy.
To my BFF Buffy, I leave the boykissy poster.
To Obi-wan Kenobi, I leave my undying "Omg, you're hot"ness. I hope we got to date before I was deadinated.
To everyone else, you might have to root around in my stuff. I'm 17 and have nothing. I'll be dead, have at it. But I hereby place a curse on the wax lion. Touch it and you will have a lifetime of unhappines.BECAUSE LORD FREAKING KNOWS I DID.
Jack and Alec, I hereby disallow you to make out without me there. If you have no proof that I'm not lookingdown on you up at you with a camera, sorry, but you can't do it. Even if it's a boykissy party.
Alec, thanks for not being psycho. Alec, thanks.
Rory and Angela and Marty and Dean and Lorelai and Parker, you guys rule. Hi, Bucky.
King Dork, you suck. You'll always suck. Zero, you can do better.
SEAHORSES FOREVER, WOO!
Sincerely
Signed
You all suck except like five of you,
Signed,
Jaye Tyler
This would be why she is writing out a will.
I, Jaye Tyler, being of sound body and relatively sound mind, depending on who you ask, do hereby bequeath my stuff to people in the case of my untimely and tragic death.
To my parents, I leave my debt. Yes, I already have some. Getting me that credit card was probably not a smart decision.
To Aaron, I leave most of my animal thingies. I don't know what your obsession is, but you're a grown man. Kind of. Get over it.
To Sharon, I leave the nicotine patches I totally just bought. Seriously, black goes with everything except your lungs.
To Mahandra, I leave all my cool stuff. You know which stuff. Also, delete all files off my computer. No, it's not porn.
To my BFF Buffy, I leave the boykissy poster.
To Obi-wan Kenobi, I leave my undying "Omg, you're hot"ness. I hope we got to date before I was deadinated.
To everyone else, you might have to root around in my stuff. I'm 17 and have nothing. I'll be dead, have at it. But I hereby place a curse on the wax lion. Touch it and you will have a lifetime of unhappines.
Jack and Alec, I hereby disallow you to make out without me there. If you have no proof that I'm not looking
Rory and Angela and Marty and Dean and Lorelai and Parker, you guys rule. Hi, Bucky.
King Dork, you suck. You'll always suck. Zero, you can do better.
SEAHORSES FOREVER, WOO!
Signed,
Jaye Tyler
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