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[Mar. 15th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
I'm getting married.
I have an insane urge to shout this news from the top of the mountains, as corny as that sounds. I don't care. i want everyone to know it.
The rest of you can fool around with Jack all day, but at the end of the day, he's coming home to me.
Edit:
( Ray ) |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|01:14 pm] |
Hey, who turned the tits off? |
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[Mar. 5th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | alexandra cabot, aramis, gail, greg house, jack dent, nonobits switcheroo, orlinda, raymond wood, satan, shawn spencer, tesla spencer | ] |
Third day observations:
-Bras hurt, when worn all day. It's more fun to go without.
-Skirts are breezy, especially when worn outdoors with smooth legs. Even if I knew this one, it's now socially acceptable to admit.
-Chocolate good.
-Free drinks at bars are even better.
Also, for the record: multiples? Still not old-hat. Definately still not old hat. Now I know why women take long showers. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2008|10:31 pm] |
Well, you don't say!
That's one way to arrive in style! |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|12:31 am] |
So. 'Looks like it's been a couple of weeks, now, hasn't it?
I wish this shit surprised me more.
At least now when people call me a 'bitch from Hell', they can mean it. I do have to say, I have a newfound appreciation for Satan though. Nice rack. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|11:54 pm] |
It's... It can't. Holy shit. Holy fucking...
Fuck me. Fuck me.
This weekend, all weekend, party in Heaven. Free drinks, food when you want it, all on the house. I'm goddamn loaded an' I wanna make the most of it.
( Mark Baby, Jack ) |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|12:07 am] |
Strike up the band, make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling...So kiss me.
Isn't it a bloody shame when you feel utterly romantic and want to share it with the world, you're a few weeks to late? Oh well. I feel in love. With my lover and with the world itself. So there. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2008|05:39 pm] |
Mark, honey, where'd you run off to?
And my lovely Sir Jack- how've you been faring, then, dollface? Still being treated like rock royalty?
Life is a party, but even parties suck on Tuesdays. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2008|02:07 am] |
So, apparently this place likes karma and irony. Go figure.
A question, for those that know: Are the jobs we're dropped in here, like, permanent? That's what you gotta do? Or can you get transfered, quit, or whatever without... you know.
Going back.
( Keller ) |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|03:20 pm] |
Alice, ducky, I've found my home and it's in London as well, so we can be faux neighbours! I'll come knocking for a cuppa here and there, how's that, lovely?
Jack fucking Dent, you and I are doing late lunch today, am I right? Meet me all the old place in the city, would you? I feel nostalgic and fabulous and want to show off my new shoes while getting a toss and tickle from my old luvvy. I want to see that old arse of yours in person. When am I being brought home to your man, anyway? Wrap me up to go after lunch, maybe? No, I've plans, wait. Maybe Saturday, luv. What bloody day is it today? Friday? Bloody Hell. Just settled on the year, give me a moment!
By the by, I've an urge to go dancing. Later, maybe. Jack, my dearest, you'll have to take me out. Oooh, or Alice luvvy, you and I could go, couldn't we? Where's that House chap? Do you dance, ducky, or should I count you out? Somebody was a dancer in there. Oooh, Karen lover! You want to a bit of a visit? I'm a bit scattered today, but then, when am I not? |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|11:15 pm] |
Alright, what the bloody hell was that? Jack, get your arse outside, I've been lifted and moved against me will and am now locked out of the bloody building! And who the Hell is the young couple with the ugly runt? Come on, luv, open up so I can get some trousers on, huh? Making a bad impression, I am. Or a bloody great one, depending on what sort of people these new ones are!
JACK! JACK DENT! Open. The bloody. DOOR! Hear that knocking? It's a foreshadowing of what I'll be doing, ducky, to your head once I'm in! Hurry up! |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|06:41 pm] |
Attention my fabulous brothers, sisters, and otherwise! Anyone lookin' for a party tonight is welcome at [Club Name, Address] tonight. Free drinks all around, all night. One night only, and this is it!
Any trouble, tell 'em Angel sent you. Trouble after that, come find me an' I'll kick their ass. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|12:06 am] |
Funny, y'know, when I pictured Heaven, I always imagined somethin' a little less...
New York.
Regardless, lovelies, have no fear; I have arrived. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2008|11:51 pm] |
Wooo.
This has got to be a dream. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|08:37 pm] |
American Gladiators.
A celebration of everything I loved about the eighties.
Built women in spandex, steroids, and people beating on other people in protective padding.
All they're missing is the mullets. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|07:45 pm] |
Bored.
Out of marshmallows.
Someone play with us! |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:24 pm] |
What the hell?
I think I need to get my meds adjusted cause I swear I just saw a tornado. In the middle of winter.
And how the hell did I get in the stands at the Super Bowl?
I must be dreaming. Bit like a nightmare, actually. I want to wake up. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|03:11 am] |
I don't know if I can top the dramatics of my last post, but I would like the update those who were/are concerned;
I'm bored in a hospital with a headache/concussion, a rather managled broken arm and a sexy limp due to a sprained ankle. I've replaced Sir Bob Geldof and have signed far too many things while here.
Captain Jack, my Captain Jack, are you alright? I've still not heard from you. New Captain Jack, the one who I sadly only met while in a concussive state (I'm still in it, but ssh, I'm better), a pleasure, I'm Jack Dent, or Sir Jack Dent, depending on how formal we get. Ray, Greg tells me you are alright, and that is delightful to know, also congrats on the wedding! Reina and Sofia, I'm meeting you tomorrow, tra la la! Gregory knows how I feel and has already shooed me away for the evening...Oh! My Captain Jack (I am sort of tittering over calling you that. I know you aren't mine, don't fret and get all worried. I'm not obessive, just flamboyantly fabulous), I'd very much like, once I'm no longer in hospital, another little trip. With a third, if you wouldn't mind.
I wish there was more to do in the hospital besides badger you all, but here we are. C'est la vie, such is life. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|09:47 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | apocalyptic plot, greg house, jack dent, james wilson (2), jason todd, karen davis, peter allen, raymond wood, reina and sofia wood, shawn spencer, zell dincht | ] |
So, good news, bad news, better news.
Bad news- Apparently my mother fell of the face of the Earth.
Good news, part one- That means she didn't die a horrible death in the destruction of the city.
Good news, part two- my asshat of a father is also gone.
Which means I don't have to fucking pretend I care who knows the better news. As of 2:30 this afternoon, I am officially Reina and Sofia's father. I think it had something to do with Ray, too. I wasn't really paying attention to what I was signing.
Once the world's not ending anymore, everyone (that doesn't manage to piss me off before then) gets a round on me. Us. 'Gotta do something with my half of the money. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:49 pm] |
Good Lord.
I've spaghetti sauce in my hair. Why? Last thing I recall was being in the store-I'm there a lot-and then there was a sort of rumbley business and the whole place shook and then
Good Lord it's not sauce.
Jules? Where are you? Are you alright?
I think I'm hurt. Greg, Ray, are you two alright? I can't
Captain Jack?
Having problems seeing. Blurry
Jules?
[ooc: Because Jack wants in on the plot and his mun couldn't post last night to the communs for some reason...He was in the store, aha, and the place fell down. He got a concussion from a can of peaches, a large one, and his arm is stuck under one of the shelves and yes.] |
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[Jan. 29th, 2008|11:52 pm] |
Papi gots lots of presents on the TV tonight!
Is it Christmas again?
We's want presents! |
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[Jan. 29th, 2008|03:38 pm] |
I seen some crazy shit in m'life, but I ain't never seen nothin' like 'at. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|03:13 pm] |
Greg. The sparkles won't come off. I look like I get frisky with a dico ball.
Jules, I'm at the store, looking for body wash that takes off layers of sparkly skin. Did you need anything? |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|01:11 pm] |
Hey!
Who turned the Naked off? I was enjoying that. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
Dear World;
Why does everyone get a TV show but me? Pity. I'd look fabulous on camera. Though the rating would be rather high, viewer discretion and all that, but I can blame that on Jules.
Love,
Jack. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|10:00 pm] |
Oh, who just perfected Expert?
There is a Guitar Hero in me.
This calls for celebration. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|03:43 pm] |
Well. At least it was fun while it lasted. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2008|01:29 pm] |
Can someone tell me why my head suddenly sounds like a bad porno, cutting in and out of a televangelism marathon?
It's all 'Oh God' this, and 'Please send me money' that.
More importantly, where is the 'off' button? |
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[Jan. 16th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
Stop. Thinking.
Everyone.
It shouldn't be that hard, right?
Especially you, kid-picturing-my-daughters-naked. Or are those mine?
[edit] This means you, Jason Todd. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2008|06:06 pm] |
And here I thought I had up and missed the naked train.
Seems I just had to wait until I was in the lovely little ma and pa shop around the corner from the flat before it thought to kick in. How lovely. I love a good naked party just as much as the next gent, of course, but seeing as there are some people looking at this as old hat and all...Well, any idea how long I'm going to be one of the nude masses?
By the by, I'm not coming out of the bathroom until it does, so you'll have to hold it, Jules. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|04:05 pm] |
I see you've been getting around today, Jacky. Perhaps we ought to invite them all over sometime. Although, I fear for your sanity if we do. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|03:42 pm] |
I'm pleased to say I've organised all the paperwork, and everything seems to be in order. To celebrate, I'm offering one month's free rent at the complex. [Address, New York] One, two, and three bedroom models are available. Furnished, or no. Wheelchair accessible, and pets are more than welcome.
And now, I'm going out for a drink. I think I deserve it. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|12:50 pm] |
I think it's time to consider a new bike, cosidering mine has reached 100,000 miles.
Alexandra, would you care to go bike shopping with me? |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|12:41 pm] |
( You )
I'm never moving again. |
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