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Anyone hiring? I'll do almost anything.

Since this is a network, I might as well do some actual networking.

Since the business deal has now been finalized meaning the fucker is finally dead, I'd like to proudly announce that I've become the new owner of Castle Casino & Hotel, located in our very own San Clemente. We proudly feature a unique gaming environment, accompanied with over 100 gaming tables, over 3,000 slot machines, an all-you-can-eat buffet with the freshest items, and live music lounge.

The attached hotel is a full-service venue, able to hold receptions and meetings, as well as a rooftop pool.

We are currently in the hiring process for multiple positions. They include, but are not limited to: cocktail waitresses, stage dancers (your clothes will remain unless I want a private show), dealers, floor management, an array of hotel personnel, and so on. If interested, please send all your resumes directly to me.

We will be holding a grand re-opening in September and would like to extend invites to those interested. I will be holding a VIP event in the music lounge for selected parties.

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Remember: Gamble responsibly.

Has anyone else had dreams about talking animals? And I do mean the dreams. Not simply a dream where animals spoke. In the dream I had last night, after we hid in that wardrobe, we found ourselves in another land called Narnia, which meant that Lucy hadn't been making it up. I reprimanded Peter for making us think Lucy was crazy then she brought us to the house of a fawn she had met before, but he wasn't there. In fact, he'd been arrested by The White Witch. After that, we met a beaver. Yes, a beaver who spoke. His name, as you may have guessed, was Mr. Beaver.

I woke up to Aslan sitting on my chest, looking at me and I half expected him to talk. Then I realized how crazy this all is. Honestly, talking animals?

Would've been nice if the organization fairy came around and cleaned up my room, too. Always a bridesmaid, am I right?

So. Any fantasy writers around here? I dreamed THE most ridiculous and detailed plot that I might be willing to sell. Might make for a nice set of novels.

Good God.

Had a Dream where I almost got married for the money and then didn't, and then blew up a castle.

Blowing things up is a constant theme in these things. And so is people getting mad at me for it. Not much different than real life, I guess?

I thought I rocked the wedding dress though. Fighting in it is a bitch and a half.

I think you could all probably use a stronger dosage of Ambien.

This Network can't possibly be as bad as Facebook, right? Least you're all stringing sentences together correctly.

I'm Midna.

(1) So. Coughed up blood when I was doing my 20-mile run the other day. I'm fine, just a little hoarse.

(2) Despite that, life is just ... well, awesome right now.

(3) Midna, Jeannie loved the glass lily. You're a genius.

I'm throwing one! With games and alcohol and more games and non-alcohol because I want to be kid friendly and there'll be a costume contest! The winner will get a glass sculpture!

And a contest for the kids, the winner will get candy. Lots of candy.

To the person who asked for the very special commission, this isn't that sort of gallery! I'm sure you can find your pervy little desire with the Google.

Is anyone throwing a halloween party that doesn't involve a lot of drinking?

Good morning Orange County! I finally joined this thing since I've been so busy prepping my new business that I haven't had ten minutes time of my own until now. I am Sage and I am the owner (well, with my brother) of Creative Dreams - a creative space for all kinds of art, music and the like!

Buon giorno, Valarnet. I am newly arrived to the network, though I have been in this Orange County for almost one year.

My name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze, though you may drop the last bit. I am a clinical psychologist who works with researchers at UCLA, though I also see patients three days per week. My job, it is fascinating, and I come to America from Italy because, well, you have more people here, so more people will need my services. No?

I look forward to meeting all of you.

My gallery is holding a viewing next week, showcasing not just my own work but the work of other local artists.

In other news, I'm so jealous. I want bubbles! I can imagine my bubbles. They'd be purple and black with little dapper fish at the edges.

So, 21 doesn't feel all that different from 20. Except now I feel older. More mature. Like I'm finally growing up. Does or did anyone else feel that way when they reached a certain age? Almost like this was a rite of passage rather than a mere birthday.

Gosh, I'm sounding all deep and thoughtful. Crazy, I know.

Anyway, back to work. Not quite half-way through filming, and this thing is already coming together wonderfully! I'm super excited for you guys to see it!

Have you ever seen a dapper fish? Neither have I, so I thought that I should make one. I work with glass.

He's really a gentleman, my dapper fish. With his vest and his top hat, and I gave him one of those mustaches.

And he is my dapper fish, so he's not for sale. I am available for commissions. Just not dapper fish. Get your own dapper fish.

Don't worry, Miss Hyrule, your project is finished and awaiting your inspection, I just needed a personal art break.

YES. IT IS OUR BIRTHDAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOTICING.

Sleep now, gentle folk. Because you will not be doing it tonight. This was your warning.

Maaaaybe I shouldn't have made a thirty pound turducken for two people.

BUT I DID IT ANYWAY! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU CAN'T STOP ME, WORLD! I'LL MAKE AS MUCH FOOD AS I WANNA!

Thursday night. Nearly midnight, so I guess actually Friday now. Bored out of my freakin' mind. How's that even possible? Has the internet run out? Is Tumblr down?

Quick, someone: entertain me!

I need a significant other. This is ridiculous.

SEVEN DAYS UNTIL THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY.

We just thought we'd remind you. There will be more details soon about party + venue + everything we expect from life, and everything you promised us.

In the meantime:

Tonks: Hope the rest of your birthday went well!
Percy: You're coming to our party. You do not have a choice in the matter.
Ginny: Ready for charity work and favors from us in return? We're thinking Wednesday.
Percy's Better Half: Read above. Minus the favor part.
Hermione: ... We got nothing. We just wanted to include you in our list.
Verity: Hi. We can see you working. Over there. Behind that thing. Yeah. You.

EDIT:
Midna Not-Weasley: BRONCHITIS: Ain't nobody got time for it.

We're feeling a gingers-only karaoke night! Who'll come??

EDIT: TONIGHT. HUNTINGTON BEACH [address] We're STUMBLIN' HOME tonight, mates!

Someone recently mentioned that they were unprepared for April Fool's Day. It brought around the thought that I am just as unprepared. Which is so very unlike me. Usually I have a good one up my sleeve. Shame on me.

Would anyone like to join forces and create the ultimate prank? Any ideas will get the ball rolling. I'm looking at you, tricksters of Orange County.

My dog, Baxter, has taught himself the silliest trick in the world. I in no way contributed to this: he taught himself this. Or maybe it's just his preferred method of movement. Either way, it's really silly.

I love my dog.

Right looking forward to our birthday, still! So far we have been assured of: cake, party, booze. We are still hoping for: strippers, Tonks to strip, and booze.

Unless someone invited Mum. In which case, please consider our birthday list as thus:
A Pony
A Real-Fun-Like Board Game
Booze
and A Stripper
(Tonks can keep her shirt on this time).

Thanks
F & G
Or just G.
Not sure.

April 1st is coming and I am vastly unprepared. Maybe I'll have to sit it out this year. How disappointing.

Uhhhgggggghhhhh.

I-- I want my hour back.

Even though I've lived in California a few years now, sometimes I still get such a culture shock. It's weird coming from a small town to California. If you've always been here, you'll never notice it. But if you're from a small place in the middle of the mountains like me, it's like night and day.

Especially Venice Beach. I mean, sure, you won't find a beach in the town I'm from. We're nearly 7 hours from the ocean. But you definitely will never find the types of people walking around there in Revelstoke. You'd probably be laughed at in the street, publicly mocked. It's a very small town -- not a lot of money there. People don't get too imaginative with what they're wearing or doing when they're working in lumber. The nicest you'll see most people wearing out are non-ripped jeans and sweaters.

In any case, I guess I'm not surprised I still get shocked by the people and places around here. But really, three years and I still get freaked out seeing a dude in a thong?

...Okay, well maybe I'll never get used to that.

Hey guys, look, I found a new website! My name's Zelda. What's yours?