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[Jan. 30th, 2009|12:54 am] |
Brigitte is gone. Again.
I wonder why it's not my kids, or my husband or anyone else. Why not me? |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|01:16 am] |
Pizza and a movie was just what I needed. Thanks, Jack.
I miss Terry. And I miss a lot of people that used to be here a long time ago. Like Mugen and Fuu and them, and everyone from the Bebop. Ed? We should go for ice cream soon.
( text to Jamie ) |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|06:27 am] |
A lot of the new people look like Dad. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|06:47 am] |
Shit. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|09:39 am] |
Unless it's an emergency, please do not contact me today. I am .... upset, and I don't wish to harm anyone without cause. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|09:49 am] |
Blast it! I knew I'd eventually get stuck in a bloody human body the longer I belonged to you, Jack Harkness.
This is just not acceptable! I wish to return to being a ship, right bloody now! |
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| A request for assistance |
[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Ah, good afternoon. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I appear to have somehow inexplicably found myself in London after some frankly very strange meteorological behaviour. I believe I located the Canadian Consulate here in the city, but there appears to be ... something of a problem.
I don't appear to exist.
Well, that's not technically true, since I'm sitting here typing this. What I mean is, I appear to be in possession of someone else's wallet, name and identification, and the Consulate has informed me after some phone calls that I do not even have a position within the RCMP.
Although that does appear to be me on the identification, which is odd in of itself.
And does anybody know precisely why there are random people asking me for my autograph? |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:43 am] |
I really am quite beside myself. To think that this para-dimension can list amongst its properties the ability to the counter the aging effect. Oh, if only I had been able to witness it for myself, I am sure I could have learned so much.
No matter, I am sure it must have been a marvelous time interacting from a unique temporal perspective. And Peter, he was so adorable in his younger years.
Not that he isn’t an attractive man now, mind you. I would hate to cause a stir of misinformation that hampered his ability to connect with the opposite sex.
I can personally vouch for my son, he has no disabilities that would decrease his sexual performance, at least not physically, nor does he exhibit any symptoms of possessing a venereal disease. Quite the fit young man, I would surmise. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|01:06 pm] |
Who'd have thought?...
Danny's been fussy all night, even when nothing's wrong...but as soon as I pop Johnny Cash in the CD player, he calms right down. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|02:03 pm] |
So apparently no matter how many times I tell people 'yes, I'll be fine' they don't believe me. It's not like I'm sneaking off to wrestle a gator again it's just a sparring match for chrissakes! You know, the kind of thing that I survive all the time?
Yeah, I know, stitches aren't fun, but whatever, if I need more than a few of those clearly I'm doing something wrong, and I don't do that.
Anybody have any suggestions on better ignoring tactics than 'la la la I can't hear you la la la'? |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|02:30 pm] |
That wasn't fun in the slightest. I don't like regenerating, it hurts. Dying sucks. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|02:34 pm] |
( God )
I need to get out from under my rock. Someone, entertain me. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|04:44 pm] |
Fingers! Four lovely, long digits and two thumbs! Oh, I haven't had fingers since that dreadful day I was confined to the page. Oh, how lovely and wonderful to arch my back, to curl my toes, to breathe.
Though the air is far more rank than I remember the World Above being. And what in the Demonation is this contraption? It's as if I know how to use it, like some baser instinct is guiding my beautiful new fingers.
You. Yes, you reading this. What year is it? And oh - oh by the Torments - where are my tails? |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
( Adam ) |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|05:56 pm] |
( Bats )
( Lisa ) |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|08:22 pm] |
AFK. Fighting evil. BBL
( Ophelia ) |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|09:25 pm] |
( James ) |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
Right, then.
Dare I ask?
Unless I'm mistaken, an' you boys decided to redecorate, the Jersey shore wasn't actually part of Hell.
I knew those damn herbs were foul... bastard owes me ten pounds. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Are there any women who have been pregnant before?
Can you give me any tips for not killing everyone you meet? Why must people manhandle me in public? It makes my skin crawl.
I nearly lost my temper with a mother with two babies in tow! She should know better!
I think I shall stay inside until the baby is born.
Also, I cannot find my shoes AGAIN.
I...need to have this child now. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
Hello? An... y rea.... e? Fuc.... orm to.... me hal.... e mountain.
H... o? |
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