081 // post-drunken humiliation! [VOICE]

[thatlibbychick]

Oh, god...

[Libby's groaning. Why? Because she's re-reading her last entry for the third or fourth time. It is not good.]

I am...so sorry for what I broadcast in my drunken stupor. If I'd actually been drunk on alcohol, I'm pretty sure I would have been in blackout territory and remember none of it. I think I'd like that more.

Why my mind turns to sex whenever I'm drunk, I don't even know...

On another note, does anyone know where Martha is? I checked her room and the infirmary, but I can't seem to find her. There are important things we need to discuss.

[LOL NOT REALLY. She wants to talk to her because this is embarrassing and Martha will understand. :c ]

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[Voice]

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Of course it does.

[Voice]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Well then, whether or not the man you choose to love and share that with is fat, skinny, fit, tall, short, average, hairy, clean-shaven, or speckled with stubble...that concerns none but yourself and the man you have chosen to share your love with. There should never be a judgment made from just a feature of the body or of the face. We go to weddings [[he's been to them to, like, kill people BUT HE'S BEEN]] and watch the ceremony, the reception, and we all know what's going to go on when they make it to the bedchamber that night. We know what goes on. You just happened to make that evident with a photo and your words. I see no fault in that, particularly when you were inebriated. Love is love is blind.

[Voice]

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Thank you for not being judgmental.

[Voice]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no problem.

[[Did he...just have a conversation with a woman where he didn't stutter or stammer or sound like he was just learning how to talk?

...he did, didn't he.]]