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Oct. 31st, 2013
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sexyinscrubsWhy does it always feel like everyone else is managing to have the one thing you really want but can't get?
[TEXT TO Justin Campbell]
Oct. 31st, 2013 10:40 pmasskickingblahniksI got your message, Justin. And about a million from the hospital and Andy, too. I'm on my way, babe. Promise. Hang tight for me, okay?
asskickingblahniksWho? Justin Campbell and Gen Hart
What? Of ass-pain husbands and kids who steal your heart
When? A couple of hours after Mark lands himself in the hospital
Where? Mt. Sinai... again.
All the way to Mt. Sinai, being taken by the driver that usually picked up designers and guest contributors to the magazine, Gen was both mentally and verbally cursing Mark for all she was worth. Justin told her that the stubborn ass-pain had actually gone to work after she left, knowing full well that he shouldn't be leaving home at all, much less going to work on a full day and taking on meetings and other SRS BSNS that Ash could very well have handled all on his lonesome. Mark Campbell had damned well better hope that the doctors fucked up and killed him, because if he came back out of surgery perfectly fine, Gen was going to kill him herself, and do a much better job of it, too.
But through it all, all she kept hearing over and over again was Justin's voice in her head. That voicemail message had shaken her to her very core. Mark had teased her at Luke's party at the bar that Justin might call her Mom one day, but she really hadn't seen it coming, and when it had, it had hit her hard and fast how much that meant to her. And by the time the driver had dropped her off at the door of the hospital and she was charging in to find her kid, she felt sure she was going to cry.
She managed to keep it under control though, as she found Justin in the waiting room with Nathan sitting next to him, and she immediately made her way directly over to the boy with her arms open for a hug. "Hey, I'm here, kiddo. I'm sorry that my secretary didn't let you through."
What? Of ass-pain husbands and kids who steal your heart
When? A couple of hours after Mark lands himself in the hospital
Where? Mt. Sinai... again.
All the way to Mt. Sinai, being taken by the driver that usually picked up designers and guest contributors to the magazine, Gen was both mentally and verbally cursing Mark for all she was worth. Justin told her that the stubborn ass-pain had actually gone to work after she left, knowing full well that he shouldn't be leaving home at all, much less going to work on a full day and taking on meetings and other SRS BSNS that Ash could very well have handled all on his lonesome. Mark Campbell had damned well better hope that the doctors fucked up and killed him, because if he came back out of surgery perfectly fine, Gen was going to kill him herself, and do a much better job of it, too.
But through it all, all she kept hearing over and over again was Justin's voice in her head. That voicemail message had shaken her to her very core. Mark had teased her at Luke's party at the bar that Justin might call her Mom one day, but she really hadn't seen it coming, and when it had, it had hit her hard and fast how much that meant to her. And by the time the driver had dropped her off at the door of the hospital and she was charging in to find her kid, she felt sure she was going to cry.
She managed to keep it under control though, as she found Justin in the waiting room with Nathan sitting next to him, and she immediately made her way directly over to the boy with her arms open for a hug. "Hey, I'm here, kiddo. I'm sorry that my secretary didn't let you through."
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Oct. 31st, 2013 10:50 pmbitchplsOkay, starting to feel crazy being cooped up inside all the time. Going to the Hamptons beach house with Harley for the weekend to get some fresh air and hopefully my sanity back.
Once I can convince him it's okay to drive a Ferrari, of course.
Once I can convince him it's okay to drive a Ferrari, of course.
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Oct. 31st, 2013 11:18 pmlikefatherlikesonDad's secretary tried to give me a glass of milk to drink. I'm not 6 years old, and I hate plain milk #jeezus