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[Nov. 7th, 2008|01:44 pm] |
SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW
AND THERE'S CHRISTMAS STUFF IN STORES AND I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING FOR PRESENTS.
ohcrap. Hey, Henn, I never gave you your birthday presents! Can I give them to you late? Imagine me making some fierce mooky eyes. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|01:57 pm] |
I'm hungry. I want some cheese, like, some really expensive fancy cheese. You know. That cammenberny kind.
SOMEONE GET ME SOME CHEESE. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|02:31 pm] |
He asked me to marry him and I said yes!
Lilith, I know you hate him, but will you come to the wedding? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|02:57 pm] |
This... is not Whitehall. And what kind of magic is this bloody contraption I am using and how can I possibly know HOW to use it? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
Edward had a fun-fun Halloweeeeen~ |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|03:57 pm] |
Um. Ness is gone. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|05:17 pm] |
If I don't get a box of chocolates in about five seconds, I will kill somebody.
I refuse to be in this much pain. I have TOO much work to do. GRAR. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|06:20 pm] |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
Hey Boss? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|07:37 pm] |
( Death ) |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|11:02 pm] |
Okay, fine, Esk, I'll give it a try. If I don't like it, I'm quitting.
And boyfriend, I can so kick your butt if you make fun of me. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|11:37 pm] |
Things are a bit better today. I talked on that tele-whatever thing to Ms. Torres, and apologized to her for becoming so upset.
The conversation went much better, though we did not talk about fathers in any way. Apparently, I own a florists' shop. How interesting that people now make a profession out of arranging flowers.
Apparently, the florists' is called Elsinore Florists.
Perhaps I am not mad, and everyone else around me is. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
More's the pity, the other bodies are a lost cause. 'Worse than a bloody fast food drive-thru with getting orders correctly (you're welcome for that, by the by), in the Creation department. But it's really not Our strong suit. And I think it rather regal, don't you?
With all the respect that's due, Lord Satan- go fuck yourself. I've been... repurposed, if you will. I didn't imagine you'd care- Not like I've heard from you in months.
Also, Alexia- if this was you? I owe you one. Something. A bloody large something. Interesting choice of keychain, but at this point, I could care less.
I'm assuming that means I have orders? Life is, for once, not entirely without its perks. |
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