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[Feb. 29th, 2008|12:49 am] |
I would just like everyone to know:
I AM VERY MUCH IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL, SMART, FUNNY, BRILLIANT LILY GRACE EVANS.
That is all.
( Ginger )
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|02:34 am] |
Call out to all guitarists in the greater London area:
We need you. Especially if you don't suck. We might just need one of you, depending on if my bassist wants to be a bassist or a guitarist, due to the fact that he's found himself... well, he's a famous guitarist now, let's put it that way.
Call out to Nathan Explosion:
If you still want a band that doesn't suck massive balls (I've heard your album, it stinks, only good thing about it was you - effin' brutal, dude.) I'm workin' on one.
Call out to anyone else who may or may not know who the hell I am?
Er... Dudes. What's up? Me an' Tony are chillin' in Shit-town London, wonderin' where all our bros are at. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|08:05 am] |
Well, I wasn't quite expecting that.
I'm wholly confused, I've a certain feeling that I'm not in the Carribean anymore. Actually, this seems quite like England, judging by weather.
In any case, I'm Bill Turner, and apparently I've become a curator at the museum of naval history in London...? |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|08:21 am] |
Biting the bullet and auditioning for this band.
Yeah, I'm nervous. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:30 am] |
I fear this place has gone to the dogs.
I'm back, did anyone miss me?
I had.. things .. to take care of. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:16 am] |
Suggestions for things to do while I'm staying here in NYC for a bit? I haven't been in the city since I was kid. What's to do here once you're no longer five?
Maybe I should rephrase - there's so much to do here, where do I start? |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|03:03 pm] |
I had some kriffing odd dreams last night. Maybe I should lay off on the Earth movies and media.
And I miss Brodin.
( Jamie ) |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|03:13 pm] |
Guess m'Mama's gon' die.
She got the cancer. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|07:25 pm] |
That's it, I'm starting a betting pool. Which Torchwood employee will be the next to have a kid turn up and who with.
Anyone want in?
Also little brat, wanna come flying? Give dad and your mum some space? Actually offers open to anyone who'd wanna come along, old girl's been sitting around too long don't want her feeling neglected.
Oh dad, don't worry I'll look after Rain. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|08:47 pm] |
Ennis?
Have the wolves been keeping up their end of things? |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|09:21 pm] |
James, if it's not too much trouble, could you perhaps bring home a pint of mint chocolate chip, a pint of strawberry cheesecake, and a bucket of chicken?
I'm hungry. You know what? I'll get it. I don't want you having to hobble around with crutches and a bag of stuff. You want anything while I'm out?
( Gar ) |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
How did I get stuck chasing a relentless three year old while my daughter goes off and does Lord knows what with her boyfriend?
This child does not tire. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:52 pm] |
So. . .anybody care to help me cure the craziness?
Because I'd like to not be broken now, please thanks. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:34 pm] |
Okay, this is starting to get bloody ridiculous now.
WHERE exactly does my firewhiskey keep going? I get some, and it disappears before I get hardly any!
Trindle, I think we have gremlins. Or really sneaky house elves. Though I doubt that one; Aunt Hermione would have my head. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:54 pm] |
It's... It can't. Holy shit. Holy fucking...
Fuck me. Fuck me.
This weekend, all weekend, party in Heaven. Free drinks, food when you want it, all on the house. I'm goddamn loaded an' I wanna make the most of it.
( Mark Baby, Jack ) |
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