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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|01:34 pm] |
( Emma )
Edit; ( Rose ) |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|01:36 pm] |
God, I ache...
This place is screwed up. First my body is changed to this, then my mind goes batty and I lose my powers, and then some psycho attacks me. If my powers had not come back... yeah.
I need a vacation.
( Mia Kent )</lj-cut? |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|01:49 pm] |
Here we go again... |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|03:28 pm] |
Things be getting back to normal I see.
What a shame. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|04:29 pm] |
I CAN'T GET THIS MOTHERFUCKING JAR OPEN. I have seriously been sitting here for about twenty minutes trying to get this fucking thing open. I feel like the scrawny little girl that has to go ask her boyfriend to please open the jar for her cause she's too fucking weak. I am this close to just smashing the jar open and getting it out that way.
There are many things to be done without one's hand but this isn't one of them. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|05:50 pm] |
I'm all settled in and caught up with everything. If I've made anyone uncomfortable for some reason, I apologize. I think my brain can finally wrap around everything that's going on.
I'd like to see all of you, if that's all right. Especially you, Harry. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|06:53 pm] |
For fuck's sake. A week of being a woman.
There's a reason I laid low. Sorry honey.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|07:28 pm] |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|08:01 pm] |
| Bastet. It seems your arrival came at a bad time. Forgive me for not extending my hospitalities sooner. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|08:05 pm] |
... Dad? Wanda? Pietro?
This is stranger than our everyday strange. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|08:25 pm] |
New York is... interesting. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|08:47 pm] |
Today is not such a good day.
Think I'm gonna stick to my room for the time being dudes, cell's on if I'm needed. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|09:23 pm] |
Mmm, Daddy, I'm sleepy...but I want some hot coco first. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|09:34 pm] |
Everybody put up your hands
Say I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
feel the beat now
If you got nothing left
Say I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love
Back it up now
Don’t be afraid to get down
Say I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna be in love.
dELiRiUm'S got me! dELiRiUm'S got me! |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|09:56 pm] |
Thor? Lucifer? Anyone?
Toby's here, but I have no clue where I am. It's nice, though! And there's a Mac. ... how do I copy and paste? Oh. Got it!
But yes. Help, please? |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|10:00 pm] |
Oh, who just perfected Expert?
There is a Guitar Hero in me.
This calls for celebration. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|10:22 pm] |
So I thought, man, I'm home for a bit, I'll just lay down and get off my feet, sneak some coffee if the man isn't home, read my nice brand new books and relax.
No, no, NO, says Caleb's son. He's gonna kick the shit crap out of me instead.
I'm slowly going insane. April 21st, is way too far from today and if I don't go into labor that day? I'll schedule the C-section myself.
I need to leave the Nintendo alone, Mario's gonna cuss me out if I kill him one more time. And Bowzer laughs whenever he dies on 64, and the sound is driving me nuts.
Breathe. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|10:43 pm] |
This isn't my flat.
There's food in this one. So it's not mine. Also, Bret is missing. But the most distinct difference is the abundance of food.
Of which I shall partake. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|11:16 pm] |
I'm doing all right. Confined to resting for awhile, but I'm healing well thanks to the doctors and, I hear, Midalah. So thank you.
Everyone can stop fussing over me. I mean it. Or I'm going to have to teach Jamie some smuggling tricks so he can get me out of here.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|11:47 pm] |
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