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May. 4th, 2013


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Well, California is an interesting place.

My name is Silas Benjamin. Soon you'll be able to see my show on the United Christian Channel, which I'd like you to watch as a personal favour to me. I'll also be making posts on this network from week-to-week about the place that God has in our lives, and how to listen to him.

Well, I think we're already off to a good start.

Apr. 10th, 2013


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I'd just like to take a moment to apologize to everyone on the network who witnessed my inebriation yesterday. It was entirely unprofessional of me to be posting in such a state and nothing like that will ever happen again. Thank you everyone for your kind words none the less.

Stark Industries would like to pick up the medical bills for anyone who was injured at the Stark-Potts wedding last Saturday afternoon. I'll be dropping by the hospital later today to pay those bills. It's the least we can do.

As an update to the wedding, Tony and I have decided to give it another shot although we will be putting the wedding together a little more quickly this time. I've hired a wedding planner to help me with this en devour. Expect save-the-date cards soon, but as a heads up it will be taking place on May 11th a couple hours outside of Malibu on a lovely little vineyard. I hope everyone will be able to make it out a second time.

Mar. 29th, 2013


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I hate these dreams. I hate them.

Mar. 28th, 2013

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Anthony is in Palm Springs for the weekend, leaving me all by myself in a brand new city. But when the cat's away, the mice will play, isn't that how the saying goes?

Though in this case, 'play' mostly likely means go to church on Sunday and find some place to have a really fantastic cheeseburger. I've no doubt he's indulging in all the foods he's not supposed to have while he's out of town, so I feel I might as well do the same.

That does mean, however, I need to find a 'burger joint', I think it's called, and a good Episcopalian church.

Any recommendations for either would be greatly appreciated.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley

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Is this some kind of sick joke? I wake up to a crown beside my bed after dreaming of.. Being a servant. And there was this sweet boy, Merlin.

And this pompous prince Arthur, and well. There was Morgana. And I was her servant. I don't really get my dreams. I blame the recent events and my mind trying to cheer me up.

But seriously. A crown?

Mar. 27th, 2013


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Last night I dreamt about Direwolves. I dreamt about my Direwolf. I named her Nymeria and she was gorgeous!

For anyone not in the know, a Direwolf is a really large wolf that doesn't really exist in real life, but have been on the Stark Family Crest for ages.

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I need a new project. Suggestions?

Mar. 26th, 2013


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For those who were concerned, my nose was in fact broken. But not out of shape, so it didn't need to be reset, thank god.

In better news, one mister Robert Frobisher and I will be headed out of town starting tomorrow. My parents have a lovely little place out near Napa and we've managed to snag it for ourselves for a week or so.

I'm a bit nervous I've never taken anyone out there before, so hopefully it goes well.

I honestly can't believe it. I feel like a teenager again, I'm positively giddy over this.

Lord, I think I'm blushing.

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So, bachelor parties. Or specifically, mine.

Before you ask, no, there won't be strippers (unless Thor gets drunk and loses his pants, which I put the odds at 50/50) but I fully intend for it to be an awesome night. Renting out Disneyland for the night, starting at Midnight and going until dawn.

Men, women, whatever. Gender friendly and I am going to personally buy you all mouse ears, all right?

And you will wear them.

This Friday. Be there.

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Does anyone else get just exhausted whenever people ask where you're from? I mean, sure, I've got an accent. But isn't it quite obvious I've come from Scotland?

I think all Brits that move to America must be troubled with this too. I feel it's the very first thing I get from people: "Are you from Scotland?" Bloody hell, of course I am. How else would I have gotten the accent? Not exactly the prettiest one, I'd say, so why would anyone just try and learn it?

If the question's just meant to make small talk, it's bad. Small talk is probably evil.

Suppose I've just heard the question so much that I've started to get annoyed.

...And I suppose that introduces me quite nicely. I'm Elissa Cousland, and I'm from Scotland. Where are you from?

Mar. 25th, 2013


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So, if you were going with your live-in boyfriend to a work function of his, and he booked the VIP suite and some massages and spa ... stuff (seaweed wraps had better be code for free sushi), that's romantic, right?

Just making sure the girlfriend won't punch me in the face.
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Oh dear, Anthony's much better at this sort of thing than I am.

Hello, then. My name is Arthur and I'm rather new to the area. I'm the owner and proprietor of Fell's Books at [location] so please look for your books elsewhere feel free to stop in and say hello.

I think there's a way to do a smiling face but I forget what it is, so imagine there's one there.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley.

Mar. 7th, 2013


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Wow, apparently I'm in the wrong line of work. I should become a writer of adult romantic novels. Right now, there's a book on Amazon that's only fifty-two pages long that's selling for seven bucks.

Terribly written adult stuff below the cut. )

Maybe I should start a book club!

Feb. 21st, 2013

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I don't find it that bad, actually. This motif isn't without its charms, is it?

You know, I'm starting to believe I died ages back and this is merely a particularly southern Californian version of Hell.
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Feb. 19th, 2013


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I remind myself that I am in your presence O Lord.
I will take refuge in your loving heart.
You are my strength in times of weakness.
You are my comforter in times of sorrow.


After a long talk with a counselor at school, and with my brother and sister-in-law, I think I'm coming to better terms with what happened during the Blue Flu. I don't know if my relationship with God will ever be the same, but change isn't always a bad thing. I think I've learned a lot, and I think I've grown. I will always love and miss Luis, I will always wonder what could have been, but I will try to release my anger over the situation.

That's all I can do. Turn to love instead of fear and anger.

Feb. 17th, 2013

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I'm creating a fund for the families and survivors of today's tragedy. Terrible thing, and in times like this one has to help how one can.

Thank you.

Feb. 7th, 2013

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Terribly exciting things about lately, aren't there?

Anyone planning to go wine tasting this weekend? Take this as a purely non-romantic invitation to help pour me back into the towncar. I'll spring for the bottle and everything.

Feb. 5th, 2013


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I met William Shakespeare! In my dream last night. I met William Shakespeare and he wrote Dark Lady about me! The Doctor and I went to Elizabethan London and helped save Shakespeare and the world from witches called Carrionites who were trying to break their species out of eternal imprisonment. We went to the Globe Theater and saw Love's Labours Lost, which was amazing. I've always wondered what it was like to be there and now I sort of do. Queen Elizabeth showed up before we left and apparently The Doctor did something to offend her, because she wanted him arrested. Suffice to say, we can out of there pretty quickly after that.

First the moon and now Elizabethan London. I can only image where we wind up in my next dream.

Feb. 3rd, 2013


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So, I'm living with Alyssa and her mother now. It's a little weird, living with someone else's mother. She's completely different from my mother. My mother never would have said some of the things I've heard Alyssa's mother say to her. I mean, she asked me if I had a girlfriend and when I said no, she asked me if I was gay. I just sort stared at her. She's nice and all, but really?

I guess now I should seriously start looking for a job.

Jan. 28th, 2013


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I got fucked by a horse in my dream last night. A HORSE. And then I was pregnant with a horse. And had to BE a horse while it gestated. And then I...Oh my god and THEN...

...So then last night I dreamed about turning into a horse.

I fucking slept with a horse. And GAVE BIRTH TO A HORSE. It had eight legs, what the everloving FUCK?

...What the hell kind of drugs am I unknowingly on?

Jan. 25th, 2013

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Good to see all that epidemic clearing up, isn't it?

I suppose I have to admit I was wrong about it in the first place. But no one is perfect, eh? I'll be the first to admit my own faults.

Dec. 29th, 2012


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Can't wait for the holiday season to be over. Tired of family pretending to be nice to one another, more tired of playing trivial carols on the piano for out-of-key sing-alongs. Once the new year hits, I'll drink this year into the past and somehow gather the will to subject myself to the coming semester.

I'd much rather be working on my own compositions than "perfecting" my performance technique. Never needed to perfect it before. Every time my fingers hit the keys, I feel my soul draining. Piano sounds out of tune but it's not, house is starting to smell like a cigarette factory.

Will someone save my life by falling in love with me?

Dec. 25th, 2012

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Huh. How about that.

Anyone else looking outside just now?

Dec. 1st, 2012

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Huh. Fancy that. Didn't even notice I had one of these things on this blasted phone Stark lobbed at all us months back.

Name's Crowley. Pleased to meet you, I'm very sure.