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[Jan. 24th, 2009|08:44 am] |
Okay, THAT was weird.
But it got me thinking (BAD IDEA, WORLD!) about time fuckery.
Mom and dad are from the early 90s, dad explained it was 1991 when he got picked up and brought here. I would have been born in may of 1991, if mom and dad stayed in their home reality. Which would have made me 17 this year. So technically if you want to be an ass about things, I was the right age this past week. Even though in a few months, the little me will be celebrating his first birthday, and I'll be celebrating my 22nd.
Hey, for once, this reality makes a stunning lot of logical sense. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|10:41 am] |
Denizens of this strange new time:
Good day. I have been misplaced, I believe. For approximately seven days I have been inhabiting the body of a female, in a time not my own.
The answers on the board were sporadic, so I did not wish to make my problem known, as it posed no immediate harm to myself. It was, in fact, rather curious.
However, I simply must ask, because I have begun to worry past the point of being able to accomplish any task whatsoever, including eating and sleeping.
My wife and child. Are they here? Rebecca and Adam Essex. If anyone has seen them, or heard from them, please inform me. A physical description seems fairly useless, so I will refrain. I only pray that they will see this post, or someone acquainted with them will.
Thank you for your time,
Nathaniel Essex |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|12:18 pm] |
Okay, can someone explain to me why there's a bunch of weaponry under my bed? I'm pretty sure I didn't put any grenades under there.
Also, how much did I drink? I can't remember the last-fuck, last thing I remember is going to bed Saturday night. I'm fairly sure that you can't actually drink enough alcohol to do that. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|12:37 pm] |
Ugh.
My body was not made for this. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|12:52 pm] |
( Sadako ) |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
Ah, the sexy's back.
About damn time. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
The memories of this last week are fuzzy, but they're there. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
That was a uh, terrible dream. Which I don't remember.
At all. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:12 pm] |
Oddest fucking thing.
I just got a call from a real estate agent, that the property I bid on, is mine. Thing is, she used the name on the ID that was in my pocket when I arrived here.
Apparently I own a gym. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
I...felt the baby move.
I'm really pregnant.
...I don't want to do this. I can't do this. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:16 pm] |
Rent's due end of the coming week.
I need a job. Anybody hiring?
I haven't got any college, but I can do most anything... |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
'Sup, party people? |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:37 pm] |
Who's up for skiing?
For serious. I hate to ski alone.
What if I fall and get buried in a giant snow ball?
I need someone to dig my sorry butt out.
Siblings need not apply, since I know you'd just leave me there. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|07:39 pm] |
But- I- Saturday?
Oh, fuck. Shit, fuck, damnit.
How long was that? What... was that?
...Rurik? |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
( Kris ) |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
This place makes less sense than the Enchanted Forest.
And yet still people look at me like I'm crazy when I talk about dragons.
I miss her. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
That was... uncomfortable.
If the universe pulls another trick like that, I'd rather like to not end up pining for Steed. Even if I am a widow, that's just not the done thing. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
Something strange just..
I'm in the guest bedroom and my clothes smell like...
Father? |
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