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[Dec. 7th, 2011|01:44 am] |
Christmas is doing my frickin head in.
Anyone want to join me like going somewhere with music that's NOT jingle bells? With lots and lots of booze.
And sex. I want sex. I'm not picky. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2011|12:29 pm] |
Hey, Riley. Wanna go on a road trip before Christmas? |
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[Dec. 7th, 2011|12:36 pm] |
Did anyone else get a really weird feeling?
I'd call it forboding, but it wasn't bad. Just... Weird.
Which always means bad, actually. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2011|05:04 pm] |
( Marietta )
Michael, Gabriel, Miss Ash, any of my brethren, feel like meeting for dinner or some such in the near future? I find myself, Marietta notwithstanding, somewhat at loose ends. Damn it all to hell. I miss him. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2011|10:50 pm] |
Bloody motherfucking shit that hurt!
Oh fuck. Oh bloody hell.
What have I done? |
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