This is strange. I feel like I'm on Talos again.
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June 2012
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Thankfully, everything has righted itself and I'm free to move around freely once more. I seem to have taken a sudden left turn at I Don't Know Where and have been moved to somewhere in the middle of California. As far as useless technology goes, I should have been fine, but I can't seem to move myself, either. Six weeks of wedded bliss. Hello, ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Now back at your man. Now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using badly scented cologne and switched to Tiberius he could smell like he's me. Honestly. Is nothing private on that ship of yours? No matter how happily a woman may be married, or very nearly so, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not. Voice Post
...Sure this isn't my damn... Caesar, darling. Leonard, darling, I've been reminded of Valentine's Day, which begs the question: will you be my Valentine? I think I might actually be celebrating Valentine's Day this year. We haven't set a date (I think), or a place (I think), though we've decided on a theme (small). But, Leonard has asked for my hand (though he has two of his own) and I have agreed. Leonard, darling... What the fuck is this? So. Anne. Question. Fate swats me again?
Is it fate that just about the time I start thinking about talking with Antigone about umm...a certain conversation we had quite some time ago my father shows up? For all that my ex-husband played with guns, he never taught me to shoot them. Alright. It's almost Halloween. I've decided that, in the spirit of the time, we will be having a Halloween party on the Kelvin. I'm going to open the party to non-crew, but any hot women need to pay a cover charge of one kiss. Leonard, darling... |