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[Jan. 13th, 2008|02:12 am] |
Um.
This isn't where I was. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:34 am] |
Well, now...how interesting this is. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|11:20 am] |
What the hell? Wait--- what?
Where am I? And why the heck am I a girl??!?
This has got to be magic.... I really hate magic! |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
Does anyone know who I am? I know it sounds weird but I don't remember anything before I woke up here. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|02:12 pm] |
Oh. Fuck. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|02:30 pm] |
My babies are doing SO well! |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|02:44 pm] |
So, let's recap. Current score...
Vortex- 3. Jaime- 0.
Dad's gone. Mom's gone. Jack's gone. I want to hit something.
Uncle Shawnie, can I come visit? |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:27 pm] |
I don't think I've ever been called so many names over the phone before in my life. . .
ETA:
( Dr. Cuddy ) |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
Dear San Diego Faithful:
Fuck you, Peyton is my homeboy. Y'all're on your own, for that shit. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|04:01 pm] |
Oi, Mum. How're the little ones?
And Harry, how's it going, mate?
( Padfoot ) |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:02 pm] |
The whole swirly dust devil thing in the sky has never happened before. We don't have weather like that where I'm from, okay, so I'm just a little freaked at the moment. I didn't want to relive a scene from the one movie where they chase tornadoes all the time because the guy has a tortured past with weather, not unless Cary Elwes circa '96 is going to rescue me.
This is someone's fault. Weather is always someone's fault. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:13 pm] |
DADDY! PAPI! MAMI! LOOK WHAT WE CAN DO!
[Daddy] We's sorry, bout before. We misses you. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|06:59 pm] |
Greetings and salutations. I have no idea what's going on. Kind of feels like The Wizard Of Oz. I'm just waiting for a house to drop on my head, so someone can steal my shoes. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|07:43 pm] |
I'm, uh...this is weird, but I guess they weren't bullshitting me in Wyoming...parallel dimensions. Fuck-me-Freddy!
It's very bad that I turned into some thug kid, but my hip's not fucked up anymore so I figure it balances.
But Jesus-Christ-bananas, do people have to think so loud? Last time I was at this level, I was in high school.
So. Anybody want to teach a thirty-something father how to act like a teenager again? |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|08:01 pm] |
Fucking disgusting. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|08:05 pm] |
Seeking a doctorly type to help my boyfriend out. Preferably someone who might know a thing or two (or more) about spinal injuries and such. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
What the hell? |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
...
Skarsdayle, if you or that crazy blonde is responsible for this, you're really not encouraging me to reconsider your offer.
Has anyone here seen Vicious Whisper? Tall, British, bright pink hair, witch. Floats alot. Sings in a band? I need to find out what's going on. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|09:12 pm] |
Because of her unwillingness to cooperate with the authorities assigned and blatant disregard towards an officer of the law, the medical license of Dr. Karen Davis has thus been suspended by a New York City justice.
Don't worry, Cuddy, you'll get the papers soon and I wont deliver them just to keep you from proving to be an embgarrassing shot.
Edit:
One little, two little, three little interns. . . |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|10:12 pm] |
( Jon ) |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|10:21 pm] |
( Private )
Anyone else already been loaded with school work? Normally I wouldn't complain, but really, the first week back. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|11:06 pm] |
Come on, sky. Stop raining and start snowing.
It's so much nicer to punch bad guys in snow. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
To whom it concerns:
Kindly stop trying to sell me your soul.
I don't want your soul. And being summoned through Dark Magics is most annoying. "Come, Lord Lucifer," et cetera, et cetera. The being you're attempting to summon is named Satan. Satan. And don't summon her, either. There's a reason it's called "a deal with the devil." It invariably comes back to bite you in the ass.
Moreover, do you have any idea how rude it is to just summon a divine being? When you're talking to God, you pray. When you're talking to Jesus, you pray. When you're talking to an angel, you summon? I am not your servant. I'm not asking for prayer. I don't want prayer. A phone call would suffice. I'm listed.
Furthermore, Uwe Boll, I don't care how much evil you've done in my name, I will not help you get an Oscar. |
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