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[Mar. 15th, 2010|09:26 am] |
Um...okay. So this weekend has been...let's go with interesting. That sounds like a good way to describe what's been going on.
It's not hypertrichosis. That was my first thought, but that would be ongoing and it doesn't explain everything else that's been happening. It also likely would not manifest as suddenly as it did.
Which leads me to my other suspicion, something that requires me to entertain theories that shouldn't technically be feasible. But even there, the logic is flawed - even were I to allow for a moment that lycanthropy is real, there's the fact that the full moon isn't until the 30th. Still, something must be going wrong - it's been years since I last ate meat, but even when I did I was never especially into having my meat rare let alone...
Ugh. Just the thought of it all makes me feel ill. And confused.
Suddenly this world became a whole lot more complicated. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|09:52 am] |
I just spent the last half hour talking to the doorman about the fact that I'm actually an imp princess in human form and that I was exiled from my kingdom for some grand act of treason I can't even remember now.
He only asked if I was new to the area. Luckily, I think he wrote it off as some strange quirk I have or possibly the large Caf-Pow I was holding at the time.
Either way, I have got to stop making up these ludicrous answers to questions people ask me. Last night, I even started telling Squirt that he's actually my clone but something went horribly wrong and that's why he's a cat.
In light of this, I feel I have to apologise now for anything I have said or will say that is less than truthful. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but I can say that at least it will probably be obvious when I am lying, because it's never been something I've been especially good at. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|10:32 am] |
It would appear that I have arrived at the studio an hour early for the past few days. Isn't punctuality wonderful? I mean, getting to hang around waiting for the crew to show up so we can make entertaining televisual stimulation for the children? After all, who wouldn't want to jump around in ridiculously charming costumes so children can learn the importance of sharing with one another?
And the joys of traffic jams when you're trying to get somewhere! Isn't that just heartwarmingly, makes-you-want-to-stab-your-eyes-out-in-joy wonderful?
Someone make it stop! |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|03:01 pm] |
The Brethern must be stopped! |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|03:53 pm] |
Anybody need any laundry done? Seems a shame to waste my spell! |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|04:41 pm] |
Resignation tinged with confusion: I suppose this will be normal sooner or later.
Optimistic: on the bright side, no one will be able to accuse me of lying. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|06:56 pm] |
ow my freakin' head
wtf. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|07:19 pm] |
Stardate: 02765.00
Terran date: March 15th
Recorder: Maison Roberts
Day 4 in the dome, the planet here is markedly similar to Earth, same air composition, same water-to-land ratio (About three quarters water) Really the only notable difference is the dominant species. We call them Felinus Domesticus back home, but they're anything but domestic here. They're definitely the ones in charge, in fact, the residence I'm borrowing has a cat in it, and she's kind enough to grace me with her presence, though she does seem to think that this entry is less important than her needs.
I have, of course, attempted to explain this to her, that it's for posterity, and to allow future explorers the chance to learn about the planet before they decide whether or not to settle here. This has had little effect, so I should probably go get the feather-onna-string and concede to her demands. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|08:22 pm] |
My mob and I are hosting a witch burning at my place tonight at nine.
Anyone that would like to come, join, scream and throw rotting fruit at the witch as she takes her final death march would be more than welcome.
There's going to be a potluck afterwards. I'm bringing the little smokies! |
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