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[Sep. 1st, 2008|09:24 am] |
Fucking bored off my ass.
Murph, we gotta do something. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|02:55 am] |
Fucking glad we're in Boston's all I've got to say.
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[Jul. 14th, 2008|02:25 am] |
My twin brother's been incapacitated for the time being, complaining that a broken thumb's a perfectly good reason to skip out on work, but not on bars.
Sissy.
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[Jun. 28th, 2008|07:17 am] |
Oi. You, Max.
Max Carrigan.
Let's fucking elope. I hear Vegas is great this time of year.
Love,
Connor |
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[Jun. 15th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
It had always been a tradition that Murph and I would go out and buy or steal a bottle of Harp and pour it down into a river while standing on a bridge during Father's Day, hoping that da' would be thinking of us. Then when we finally had him with us, it was just going out and giving him a bottle (read six pack) of Harp instead.
I don't want to go back to the old one. I miss da'. |
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[May. 29th, 2008|02:28 am] |
Well, last week was weird. Better now, but I'd rather not deal with that fucking shit ever again.
Anyone feel like a drink? |
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[May. 20th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
I much prefer the old west.
I never did look very good in metal. |
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[May. 8th, 2008|09:53 pm] |
You know how I know this world is crazy?
Sam's getting laid by his girlfriend - well, at all. And I've got a girlfriend.
Okay, you know what, Sam's got a girlfriend and it's time he knows it.
But seriously. Both of us haven't had a girlfriend at the same time since I was in eighth grade. And Sam's girlfriend still threw worms at him. Sammy, glad you got an upgrade.
But yes. Just letting you ladies know I'm off the market. I value my testicles too much to have my girlfriend rip them off with her fingernails. That, and then she'd probably yell at me about ruining a perfectly good manicure or something.
... so, these Jammie Dodger things are kind of fucking awesome. I think I might go buy a crate of 'em. |
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[May. 1st, 2008|06:48 am] |
As much as I enjoy the comforts of my new home and cats and a steady income and all that, I really, really can't let one thing go.
Our new priest's rather a fucking idiot. Really, you'd think the old man would know what the hell he's talking about if he's been a part of the fucking church for thirty-five years. I'd rather not switch where we go - We've been going to the same damn church since we were nineteen, Murphy and I have. I was rather happy to see that it still exists in this world. But lord, this guy's a regular fucking cunt.
Hell with it, I might just wind up giving Wolfwood's church a try, even if he's not Catholic. Might be more amusing, in any case. Especially if he's giving the sermons. That and Brooklyn's not so bad. Reminds me of home without the rotting fish smell.
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|03:31 am] |
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( Sam. )
In other news:
NEXT WEEK - GUITAR HERO PARTY AT CHEZ WINCHESTER
How the hell did I only just now discover this game? |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|06:38 pm] |
Our cats are well again - well, they're healing, that's good enough news. They didn't catch rabies from that fucking raccoon.
Work's still slow, but it's a good kind of slow. Anyone feel like going out and celebrating over a drink? |
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[Apr. 6th, 2008|05:39 pm] |
Just a bit of a public service announcement for you fine people:
Don't give your cat a Valium if you expect it to relax. Really. Don't do it.
Turns them into little rocket powered killing machines capable of defying gravity and the laws of physics.
The more you know™ |
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[Apr. 5th, 2008|11:14 am] |
A stripper job? Really now.
As much as I adore Your vote of confidence, God, I'd rather not. I'm only graceful when my ass is in serious danger, not in danger of being grabbed. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|09:21 am] |
... Let's hope this works.
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|04:16 pm] |
[private]
Oh, that can't be good.
[/private]
Hey, guys! How much hypothetical trouble would there be if someone hypothetically hit a golf ball from the roof of a hypothetical hospital in the middle of London?
Hypothetically. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|07:49 pm] |
So, uh, a few days ago I did something kind of stupid, and now I'm paying the price. I'm not going to go into more detail than that unless strictly necessary.
The point here is: I've got some pretty bad scratches that I stitched up myself, and they've gotten infected, it's not bad and it's not spreading, but it's definitely not going away either. I'd rather not have to go to an actual hospital unless it's life or death, and really not even then either.
Anybody have homeopathic remedies or something? |
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|11:01 am] |
Ever since I died, things have been getting better and better.
I should have done that years ago. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|10:48 am] |
Right. Well, this is a change of pace.
One minute we're surrounded, freezing, dying. And the next we're in a public fucking library?
Can someone tell me what's going on?
... Are we dead? |
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