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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|11:03 am] |
Um, who is this Kimber and why did she leave a very angry message on my phone? |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:22 pm] |
What fresh hell is this? I thought I made it implicitly clear that taunting the blind man is not chic. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:27 pm] |
And Saturday rolls around again.
Party at [address]. Blondes get in free. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:24 pm] |
None of the restaurants in this godforsaken town have fresh fruit on the menu. Why is there no fruit on the menu? I want fruit. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:19 pm] |
I just read an article about a record breaking sale of Canterbury Tales at auction. My book, which I have not yet written, sold for $7.5 million, some ten years ago. Just three months ago, a 4 volume set printed around 1930 sold for nearly $10,000.
This is unfathomable to me, and I do not know what to think. Perhaps I ought to read this work before I have written it, after all. Or instead, perhaps I will have a drink. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:13 pm] |
Ho hum, ho hum.
I hate weekends off. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|11:21 am] |
Hey, David? I know it's kinda late notice and it's not really your Thing, but do you want to go to the Homecoming Dance with me tonight?
( Didi ) |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|01:24 am] |
If another person tells me to cheer up, I am going to shoot them. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
It is Saturday Night, no? I need to get out of the house. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|03:20 pm] |
Sometimes I actually remember to stop being a recluse on my own.
Sometimes.
Anyway, seems like there's some new faces around, figured I'd get the word out again that I've got a library that rivals the Vatican's, God's said so herself, so if you're looking for a particular text or help getting rid of a particular critter or beastie g'on and drop me a line. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Seems that I've gone and been terribly lax in keeping up with people yet again, sorry business that. I'm going to blame the colder weather, never did like it much and being aland for it instead of asea makes it all seem worse, somehow.
In any case, how're you all faring? And for those interested in getting together I'm going to be at Anne's for her orphans' Thanksgiving dinner-weekend. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|10:55 am] |
I GET A WHOLE WEEK OFF NEXT WEEK~
9 day vacation in the Bahamas here I COME! |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|09:17 am] |
I just received the most delightful letter from one of my neighbours. Apparently, he thinks Thing and I are from hell - how charming!
I didn't know that we attract paranormal investigators, though. It's quite interesting, non? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
I'm not sure where I am, but I'm pretty sure it's not Ferelden.
Does anyone know how to get back to Denerim from here? I don't think the Darkspawn will just wait for me to return from my vacationing in Wherever-This-Place-Is before going back to destroying everything I know and love.
I'm not even sure how I ended up here to begin with. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|07:20 pm] |
Hey hey Johnny? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|07:18 pm] |
Hey hey Ellie? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|05:57 pm] |
William, are you still about? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|03:51 pm] |
I want to dance naked in the streets! Oooh I haven't done that in a long time. Too long, in fact. Whee! |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
Huh. Well then. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
I just realised that I've been here over a year now. It's a little weird to think of.
I'm glad for it, though. It saved me from that house, even if that Dorothy girl still got away with my shoes. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:48 pm] |
Sable? Are you okay? I heard you're back. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:01 pm] |
I'd like to know who had the perverse sense of humour to drop me off in London, of all places. Really. I'd like to know, so that I can put them in a fragile psychological state. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
I think 'm gonna give up this shoot'em up business and go become a chef.
[Edit]:
Hey, J. Mind if I settle things with m'brother? Means usin' th'kitchen. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|08:01 pm] |
This is most definitely not Denerim.
And can someone tell me what a hippie is? I suddenly appeared on a smooth street, I don't know where, and naturally, exclaimed "By the Maker!" in surprise. A man apparently heard me. He said something like "Damned hippie" and kept walking. I confess I am confused. Does this world have no knowledge of the Maker? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:07 pm] |
Feefee? I'm confused about boys. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:59 pm] |
I've finally resolved my practice, out of London. For those whom I spoke with before, feel free to comment here, and I can set you up an appointment.
To everyone else: My name is Dominic Jude, I am a psychiatrist out of London. Specifically, out of Bethlem Royal, in Camberwell. I specialize in... unique and special circumstances, specifically schizophrenia and histrionic tendencies, but I offer clinical therapies as well. If anyone requires help, has questions, or simply needs someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to let me know. The mental health services in much of the world is severely lacking- I'm just here to help.
( Parker ) |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:55 pm] |
Well, I didn't miss this any, let me tell you.
Rent day looms fresh in the horizon, and me without my usual form of income (no comments, Dex.)
Anyone need a hired hand? (And again, Dexter- not in the mood.) Party planning, DJ/entertainment services, street magic, basic massage, exorcisms, lost items, psychedelics. You name it, I could probably make it happen. For the right price.
C'mon, people. One time monthly offer. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
I think... I need to find something to do. I can't just sit around anymore. I'm going crazy. Crazier.
Any ideas? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|06:49 pm] |
What in the Hell-?
I'm not exactly great at geography, but I'm pretty sure this isn't Bon Temps. What was that? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|10:05 am] |
Nnngh.
They played Lady Gaga on the radio in the garage. It's now stuck in my head and when I finally get rid of it, some daft coworker whistles it.
I thought Minogue was bad, but no, she has handed her Mental Lint title over to the Gaga. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:19 am] |
Right, I may be a bit late to the party, but I've not picked up a paper for the past week, so excuse that.
Who's the one I've got to get in contact with in that band regarding protection against forces of evil or just forces of not-good? Hate to see my family as dreary as they are. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
Raaaaaaaaaveeeeen~ |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|07:38 pm] |
Brenda, please tell me if you need anything. My heart aches for you and your family. If I can do anything, even if it is small, let me know. You are family. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|07:34 pm] |
Satan? |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:50 pm] |
So much death! Look at this, folks have gone and died all over the newspapers! Very untidy work, but that's demons for you, I suppose.
Mordhausians, oh Mordhausians, forgive my crassness at such a time of doom and gloom, but should your employees' families be in need of a eulogist or obituarian, don't hesitate to give them my number. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|09:05 am] |
Crap. This isn't fair. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|07:28 am] |
Oh come on, mate. This is fucking ridiculous! I know this isn't Bristol. Actually.. feels like London, judging from the sights I'm seeing. But I know the very slim chances of surviving a tornado without bodily harm, or whatever this was, dropping a bloke somewhere. Some broken bones at least. And yet I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Then again.. I'm Tony. Not really a surprise I came through it alright, I suppose. But seriously.. what is this. Sid? Maxxie, Anwar? Chris? Nips? Someone answer me. This don't work, then I'll just have to post another video blog instead. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:13 pm] |
Oi. Who turned the Wrath dial up to eleven, then? Agitatin' the fuck out of everyone, you lot are. M'not in the mood to play cleanup.
Hey, Zee. Mind if I crash with you a while? Things're gettin' a bit mad 'round here. |
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