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[Mar. 16th, 2008|10:19 pm] |
It would probably save time if I were to stop being surprised every time someone I love leaves.
Turns out I had feelings for him after all. Go figure.
I don't think a night of binge drinking is going to help, for once.
I want to spar with someone who can take what I can dish out. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|04:45 pm] |
...well damn. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|01:21 pm] |
I did not need this. At all.
If anyone needs me, I'm going to be drunk. Very drunk.
Why do I look like him of all people? We don't even look alike! |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|11:33 am] |
What the Hell are "pappa-razzi" and why do they keep following me around with cameras? I thought they had to go through my agent and manager first?
Lucky they don't get a taste of the Gray is what they really are. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|10:15 am] |
I need a place to lay low. And a gun.
If anybody has either of these to spare, it would be great.
Also, I publicly declare war on my brother, Julien Boudreaux for the leadership of the Guild. Not because I give a flying fuck which of us is in charge, but because I want to kill him. Again.
Anyone care to help a girl out? I promise you one of the best sob stories ever. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|09:11 pm] |
Shit.
Why the hell am I in London?
And when did I get tattoos? |
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