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[Jun. 7th, 2008|09:38 am] |
Here be a simple announcement to proudly state...
Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop is having its grand reopening starting Monday
I've got a good plenty of interesting curiosities to keep my guests well occupied while they wait, including some history about myself and my store. Things like replicated penny dreadfuls which were put out after my death, the history of the darker side of London and of course, I myself and my ladies.
Do come by. The store hours are 9 am to 9pm, six days a week. I still give the closest shave you'll ever have, and still do hair trimming, though polishing you off might not be on the course of events.
That being said... I'd like to also give a special thanks to the other ladies in my life who've helped me acclimate myself to the changes of the world, and have treated me as a gentleman, and not as a spectacle. Thank you. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|10:08 am] |
So, something I have discovered, nearly-month-old babies don't sleep a lot, which is fine, since I've got pretty weird sleeping habits anyway.
Anyway, being up at odd hours leads to a lot of baking, seriously a lot of baking, so we're having an impromptu bake sale at [address] this weekend, starting, oh now-ish, come on by, we've got something for everyone.
(log-link is here if anybody wants to thread, I'm headed off for a bit, but I'll be back!) |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|11:45 am] |
There have been many quiet nights, yes. Some good, some bad. I am glad the nights are not so quiet anymore. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|12:12 pm] |
For fuck's sake.
( Bree )
( Lily )
( Mates ) |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|04:32 pm] |
Ha!
I am a genius. A supergenius, in point of fact. I am, in all modesty, a superultramegagenius.
I told you this was the right time period, Anne. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|07:54 pm] |
Me gots Dee's phone! How dis work? No, no Woxy. No lick Ammy.
((OOC: Toddler Sammich has discovered voiceposting.)) |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|09:10 pm] |
Hey, Terra.
C'mere. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
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how 'bout me not blaming you for everything
how 'bout me enjoying the moment for once
how 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
how 'bout grieving it all one at a time
mervyn pumpkinhead, perhaps a time in a moment you find from your boss or your girl, we may take a stroll in this world. i will not inspire, i swear.
cousin-dear, might we descend into a world of institutions and hamlets for a night, where we find the people much more agreeable?
lady death, one of my lovers, soon i believe, will descend into your care, might i be there? |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
( Bree ) |
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