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Five more days!!! Oh my gosh, I am so excited for everyone to hear my new album! I can't wait and I already know what it sounds like!

[Bellatrix]
I took care of your little Skeeter problem. I would also like for you to meet someone. He's my booking agent. He's 38, tall, handsome, fit and has a sense of humor. You know, all of that good stuff.

By now I'm sure everyone's heard the news. The case wasn't as high profile and exciting as Tony Stark's or anything, but it hit a couple of newspapers. It's not every day a girl burns down her two story house in the good part of Irvine Not that there's a bad part with her brother still in it. I won't go into gory details, but the jury sided with me. It was self defense and a heat-of-the-moment kind of decision. I didn't really mean to hurt anyone and there's no actual evidence suggesting that Viserys is dead at all. The official statement is that he's 'missing', so they had to drop the murder charges completely. I got nailed with an arson charge... sort of. It was still self defense so I'm being placed on house arrest until which time a mental health professional deems me 'appropriate for the real world'.... whatever that means.

And yes, I used to work for Harper Enterprises before the FBI or whoever dismantled the place after Jack Harper died, but I don't know anything about any conspiracies.... and I'm not a terrorist. I pushed paper around, answered phones, made the coffee. Not exactly exciting stuff.

Ugh!! Seriously! What does it take to get a date around here? You'd think now that I'm famous it would get a little easier, but all it does it bring the creeps out of the woodwork.

Had a little awesome news. That listening room that asked me to fill in for an opener a while back -- Well, they asked me to come back. Same deal. Twenty-five minute set. Hey, man, I'll take what I can get!

Now I understand what the big to-do is about dreams. I had a pair of particularly vivid ones last night, involving my family. It was disturbing. I was there, but it really wasn't me. Some fantasy version of myself.

My analyst says that my parallels what I am going through in my waking life, and that I'm seeing myself in an idealistic setting created by my subconscious, indicating an inner turmoil.

Okay, this might be gross to some of you, but these: Seasnax Well, they are amazing. They are my new favorite thing.

Discussion time, Valarnet!

When is it ever right/IS it ever right to take the law in your own hands? Even if the law is wrong/right? Cause honestly, it's pretty fucking screwed up right now, and this powerless to stop it thing has got me thinking.

Some wiseass put a PONY in my OFFICE!

Ah, so I can afford health insurance now. That's a plus! Or course, I need to get a physical first -- which will cost me out of pocket. I suppose it's back to the clinic. NOT the one with the crazy nurse who proposed to me.

We've discovered the Blackbird underneath Urdnot Ranch. Beneath the tennis courts. It can fly, but the computer system is missing, so none of the advanced technology is working. No stealth, no weapons.

It just appeared one day, in a hanger that we hadn't built.

In other news, it looks like Gambit is around. I think we should let him come to us.

Has anyone heard anything more about Wanda?

So, today Rox and I are working on our freestyle to music routine , and you wouldn't believe how fucking amazing it is. We're doing Cell Block Tango. Which apparently has everybody at work now making weird assumptions about my sexuality. Uh, A, it doesn't matter what that is. And GOD, no, the guy who brought me pants is NOT my boyfriend, B, My horse is fucking named Roxie, so I was obligated, C, Are you just jealous Rox and I can do it, and you and your ugly ass expensive out the door purebred can't? D, you keep distracting me, you'll be eating my crop.

Haters gonna hate, I fucking swear.

There's no Shepard without Vakarian

Garrus, I hope we didn't make it to that bar for that drink.

This war you two have where you constantly rearrange the kitchen behind each other's backs is having an unexpected casualty.

Where the hell is the coffee?

[Filtered away from Steve Rogers]

Okay so um.. how do you tell if someone actually likes you more than just friends? I mean if it's not a usual kind of relationship where you're y'know fooling around all the time.

And I get it, I need to have a conversation and just ask, but that's so frickin awkward. 'Hey do you like me? Circle yes or no'.

I just found this in front of my house.

( Who wants a ride? )

Has anyone else found objects that pertain to their dreams? I've found three, so far, and I know others have as well. I'll take the risk and share.

A charred spacehelmet.
Implants.
A vehicle. Mako no!