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[Aug. 16th, 2009|11:44 pm] |
Sable.
You and I need to talk.
In person.
Now. |
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|12:20 pm] |
Hey now! That's just rude, sucking up a gal in the middle of her shift!
Where am I? This isn't the Strip! |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|04:38 pm] |
omg omg omg omg
GUESS WHAT
omg whoa omg |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|08:37 pm] |
Wow, cars are goofy looking in the past. 2009, how you doin'?
Lolz, I have personal assistants. Goofy vortex! |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
note to self: do not buy baked goods from hippies of questionable reputation while on university campjus campus.
i need a gallon of soda. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2009|02:11 pm] |
Who wants to go rock climbing today? |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|01:15 am] |
Crap.
One of my classes next semester is teaching my book. I might end up wearing a hat those days. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
omg you guys I just had the best idea.
Sable, I need you to hurry up and learn how to play drums. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|06:40 pm] |
Still getting used to the fact that this might not actually be a trick, and I've been here long enough I should be over the paranoia by now, should have enough proof, but truth is, I'm not, and I don't.
Anybody want to help me convince myself? |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|06:11 pm] |
Due to circumstances quite beyond anyone's control (and possibly some bizarre baking-only form of OCD) it's time for another bakesale at the Turner-Brennan residence.
I've got probably a metric truckload of cookies alone, but there's also pie, and cake, and muffintops, and if there's anything in particular you've been craving, I can probably whip it up pretty quick.
We usually work on the barter system, but if you don't know how to work that, I'll take actual cash too, just for whatever the supplies cost me, mostly you'll be doing me a favor by taking the goodies out of my kitchen (to make room for more >_>)
We're at [address], but we'll make deliveries if that's more your style, give a note here, or give me a call at [cell#] to let me know you're coming, or if you want to set up a delivery. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|03:23 am] |
Okay.
Who can I piss off enough to earn a citation for disturbing the peace tonight?
Preferably without causing any permanent physical damage to either parties. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2009|12:46 am] |
So... for anyone who hasn't heard and might happen to care, my father, Miniver, is in a rehab place in London. We don't know when he'll be leaving but...
Well, if anyone is wondering. |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|11:43 pm] |
The predictive typing option on my phone parses my name as "Sperm".
Yes. My phone knows me. |
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[May. 20th, 2009|03:39 pm] |
Judah... I need you to watch the shop for a few days. Maybe longer. Call Pete and tell him... well, he'll know. Listen to what he tells you. |
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[May. 20th, 2009|01:55 am] |
Out of the house.
Don't call, phone's off. |
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[May. 1st, 2009|01:59 pm] |
I hate to do this very often but Sable, I can't come to work. Um. Just, you really don't want me at work. Not like I am.
Soren. Come here. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2009|07:18 am] |
Ugh, I just had this horrible nightmare about this fishmonsterthing that had a long tongue made of barbedhooks and acid that licked off your skin, so it flayed you to death. The only way to avoid it doing that was to ignore it, but it's hard to ignore a thing gumming your ankle with pain. I had to watch everyone I care about get eaten, and I'm still upset, and I feel really stupid.
And now I can't sleep.
Awesome.
I hope this doesn't have anything to do with tomorrow and Mom. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2009|12:10 pm] |
Sable, I won't be able to come to work today. I've been kidnapped and made to be nude all day by a madman Swede.
I'm sorry, but he makes a pretty impressive point. I spend way too much time clothed, and I don't want to scare away any of your patrons. I promise to work a double shift or something.
LOL it looks like my belly button is telling you this, from the icon |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:12 pm] |
So, my birthday is coming up. This year, I have a weird request. Don't get me anything. Get Little Me stuff. I'm good. I have everything I need. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2009|11:45 pm] |
The next time someone tells me to just be happy, or just smile, or to forget it all because it's unimportant or I shouldn't worry about it?
I will scream. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
I can't be totally sure since I dyed it, but I think my hair stopped being a glowstick. Now I just have to un-dye it.
... can you un-dye hair? |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2009|11:36 am] |
I'm bored and my camera and studio setup is lonely.
Who would like to come be a model for me today? You will be paid, and lunch will be served. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|12:03 pm] |
What a fascinating turn of events. Everyone seems to be acquiring strange powers! It's difficult to describe mine... It's like seeing patterns in everything, seeing order, or what the order ought to be. I wonder if this is how Cass feels all the time?
My mother's become a shape-shifter. She's hanging around the Thames... as a seal. It's lovely to see. My husband seems to be glowing, though I never thought he DIDN'T...
Some notes -- Carrick and Pinion, will you please come fetch your little pet Frenchman? He's become a gargoyle and is panicking and knocking things over.
And while I am loathe to request this, will anyone who has developed fire powers please avoid my shop until this power-having business is sorted out? There are too many old nd possibly irreplacable books here to risk it. If you need a place to stay, Judah has made the back of his shop on the other end of the block a safe place for fire-bringers. Call me at [number] and I'll be happy to guide you there. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|08:59 am] |
OH GODDAMMNIT PEOPLE!!!
I'd really, REALLY love for these assholes to STOP DYING in front of me. |
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