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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|04:22 am] |
TERRA
GO PEE ON THE DAMN THING |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|10:55 am] |
This is not Moscow. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|01:38 pm] |
Dad-
Dean doesn't want us to fight. Or argue. Or...whatever this 'dance' is that you and I do.
So, I'm gonna try my best. For Dean, and Dean only. Not because of you or Bobby or Bela. I just hope you'll do the same.
For Dean.
And I'm putting this out for everyone to see, so you know I'm serious. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|04:47 pm] |
So, actually having fun on the roadtrip, decided that people in Oklahoma get bored a lot, we've gone to see a fence and some other sculpturage made out of bowling balls and bowling pins, right now we're stopping for lunch at a blue whale in a pond, there's a nice little picnic area here and not too many mosquitoes, and after that we're off to see the Frog Rock.
Boys: if I get a chance, I'll send you a postcard, if not, hi! Don't burn anything down while I'm gone. I'll see you when I get back. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|05:20 pm] |
So.
We is have move to de dildos London-place. I ma guess on that is not being a sobads really, nots as many of a crazy fangirl about dat dildos show from a mouse-channels I was on, and I's is still got my own rooms and stuff.
Anyway, whatsever, I has a bored-time and somebodies should be comes to entertaining on me. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|05:35 pm] |
I comes back!
Now I gots to remembers how to gets home from the middle of London. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|05:48 pm] |
What in the...? |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|06:27 pm] |
I've found out something amusing and entertaining.
I'm a bartender. At this nice little underground place in New Orleans, called the Snake Pit. We've got live belly-dancers every night, so that's nice, gives me something to watch.
C'mon down if you're interested, [address] and I work the night shift, the late-night shift, guess being a night-owl runs in the family too. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:10 pm] |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:39 pm] |
Fucking hell, this isn't Paris.
But I know exactly where I am. Why am I back in Berlin? Is this some sort of divine punishment or a sign that I'm not supposed to fuck around with Simone? Because if it is, I had already figured that out and was just about to tell her that I couldn't sleep with her.
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...and the calendar doesn't say 2020.
This is a dream, isn't it? Elaborate. A VERY elaborate and realistic dream. |
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