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[Jun. 17th, 2008|12:59 am] |
( Rei ) |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|06:08 am] |
Right, time to count heads.
How many of you look like I do? I've counted two others, I'm just making sure I haven't missed anyone that happens to be blessed with our timeless good looks.
(Not including hair, of course. I've been told the vampire one's got dreadlocks!) |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|09:30 am] |
Summer school isn't bad. Especially when you have someone to share weekends and idle moments with. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|09:35 am] |
Another crazy ass week is past, with all it's weirdness. New York is once more sweltering like it should be.
Fun. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|09:37 am] |
Cleaning up is always the most annoying part of these odd weeks. Ah, well, soon, New York will once more be polished like the Apple is is called. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|09:49 am] |
[Locked from Atton:] So, how long is acceptable before you start asking your fiance why you haven't made wedding plans? I feel stupid, but what if the vortex takes him away again before we get married? [/Locked]
I need to get a lightsaber back in my hand. Fellow Jedi, have you made yours, and if so, how? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|01:24 pm] |
Maybe I need a bit of a change. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
Anyone ever feel as if they were just out of place in the world? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|01:41 pm] |
Congratulations Pulse and Akima!
It's nice to be back in civilization again. I'm far too much of a geek to stand being out in the sun as long as I was.
Although it definitely had its perks, too.
But, now it's back to drudgery and wage slavery. At least, after I help out in New York a little bit.
What a week! |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|02:01 pm] |
Think I might go back home for a while. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|04:22 pm] |
...I go to have some time off for one-mind you-one moment and the next thing I know this twister like portal sucks me into what looks like the middle of New York.
only it can't be 'my' New York, because there's it's too...clean looking..Elder Gods, never thought I'd ever say that New York was ever clean.
...Though I suppose when still recovering from a mass scale invasion, New York as it was would be considered so. The date can't be right, last I checked it was 1995, now the calender tells me it's 2008?
Someone mind telling me just what the hell's going on? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|04:43 pm] |
I Swear, if this is another one of Carver's weirdo peanut experiments, I'm going to have to do something about it. Cyclones? In the middle of the track?
When it's CLEAR OUT?
This has go to be some sort of underhanded... thing... IS THAT BIG BEN!? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|05:07 pm] |
What's this, then?
So much for clean living.
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, encounter a blue monster, get caught in an explosion, and wake up months later from a coma, without a job or any idea how you got into the hospital.
And now there is this forum... weird. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:30 pm] |
It is amazing how soothing painting can be. I find it is perfect for days and weeks like this, in the midst of all the world's madness. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:31 pm] |
Spending time with one's, albeit extended, family is perhaps the most rocking thing ever! I love it! |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:33 pm] |
Well, that took fucking long enough.
So. Might as well take my chances here- any firms looking for an... experienced-yet-down-on-his-luck defense attorney? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:33 pm] |
This world holds so many horrors, and so many wonders. And humans show both greatness and darkness. I will always believe in them, however. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|07:35 pm] |
Well, that's new.
Would someone care to explain to me why there is a large, steaming pothole where my penthouse in New York once stood? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|09:27 pm] |
( Jamie ) |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
I'm new to reality.
Anyone want to show me the more amusingly mundane things? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
The things that I love are as follows (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):
1) My dog.
2) My car.
3) Beer.
4) Tits. (These include all breasts on women, paid for or God-given, and thereby include Ms. Talbot's, but not because she's special.)
5) My brother. (Mostly because I'm supposed to, something about family and crap.)
6) Taquitos.
7) Those squishy ball things that are supposed to relieve stress.
8) Whipped cream. (See also number 4; if number 4 has whipped cream, then can move up past number 1.)
9) Bela Talbot. (AKA: The new future Mrs. Dean Winchester.) |
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