( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Okay, I know it isn't real, and there's a trick to everything he does, but am I the only one who thinks Criss Angel is pretty cool? Not to mention, yeah, he's hot.

Parents are gone, uncle is gone. No idea if my aunt is still here, she's probably gone as well. Being cut off from the two of them makes me...edgy. I don't like it.

On the plus side, I just made assistant manager, which is nice. Except it doesn't make me worry less. My calves are tingling.

Anyone looking for a computer tech or FBI TA? All my freelance work has dried up and there's not enough action within the police.

Um. Hello? Is anybody out there? I don't mean to be rude, but I'd like to go home now. Please?

I can't believe I'm actually using something similar to a networked computer, given what's happened.  But I thought this would be the best way to get questions out there.  Thank you, Winona for showing me how to use this.

If there is no way to leave this place, I think that getting a job would probably be in my best interest.  I'm not sure how much 100 dollars is, but I don't think it will last me for too long.  Is there anywhere in town that could use a former viper pilot, former lawyer, former president and vice-president of the Twelve Colonies, former Caprican delegate, or someone who cooks really well?

What a load of crap. He follows me everywhere else.

See, this is not how it was supposed to work. I was supposed to finish my internship, come back, we'd make the faces and say sorry and be okay. Now I'm sucked up in a whole other place and he doesn't know I'm sorry and I'm broke and alone and I just. . .

..fuck.

Happy Birthday Ginny. 

[ooc: posted yesterday morning where we pretend Harry's mun isn't an uber-forgetter]

This is probably going to be a weird question, but....ummmm, does anyone else speak a language that's not English and is hearing everyone talk in that language, but everyone else is hearing you talk in English when you know for a fact that your English is horrible, because you get "thank you" confused with "hello?"

Oh, great. I had all my old contacts on my last phone.

Okay, someone was a clever goose, I'll give you that. Now why have you taken me out of New Orleans? I didn't have anything to do with the Monaghan fiasco and the Cleaner took care of that, anyway.

I'm starting to get a little parched here, if you catch my drift.

Oh look. The week has yet to get any better. Fanfuckingtastic.

[Filtered to the Master]
Come out, come out, wherever you are.


[Filtered to the Doctor]
He has Ianto.


[Filtered to Rose]
Rose, you better be keeping that promise you made or there will be words.


[Filtered to Gwen]
Not making this awkward and pretend as if nothing happened. There's a man around who looks like Saxon. If you see him? Alert me immediately. The man is a psychopath. Just trust me on that one. Secondly, he has Ianto.


[Filtered to Donna Noble]
Hey. Where's my hug?

This sucks. Why can't he just wake up already?

And before anyone tries to say it, I know it can always be worse. But, not by much at this point.

[Edited in later, after seeing this:] Okay, maybe it's not quite as bad as it was a little while ago. Still pretty sucky though.

( Filtered to Elle )

( Filtered to Nathan )

Alright. Good to be a dude again. Seriously.

Anyway, Claire, you still at the hospital? I'm bringing you dinner. What do you want?

So that whole... DUDE I'M BROKE AND NEED A JOB thing?

Yeah. Uh. Nevermind.

And ... Frankenstein Guy? Can you sing Putting on the Ritz?

Okay, so maybe YouTube isn't so bad.

I just like the part where you're singing, Dean, that's all. I never knew about that.

As if it isn't bad enough that there's a video game out there that revolves around Silent Hill and my life in general, there's actually a scene in it where they show my dad's murder. Someone can sit their ass down and control me as I walk into my apartment and find my dead father.

Fucking sick.

Holing myself up with my CD player and every emo song that comes on the radio without my CD collection here.

Until I get to go home, and be with everyone. This alone thing is really starting to suck.