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[Sep. 16th, 2008|09:18 am] |
Eternal torture, pain, and woe
Upon the soul of he who did create
This wretched task of
Broadcast News.
For many storms I have wrought
Far worse in memory than this
Yet here must I stand, waiting
Forced to speak to thee.
My Brother's task, now mine
Insulting, indignant, ironic
Never less amused have I been. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|11:23 am] |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|02:28 pm] |
I GOTS A GIRLFRIENDS!!! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|03:11 pm] |
[Directed towards good and decent people; no villainy types]:
WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!
Questions were popped, and the answer was a resounding (read: quiet and nervous) yes! Anyone looking to fuck one Jason Todd or one Cassandra Cain should look elsewhere for their romantic needs. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
( SAM! ) |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|08:31 pm] |
Hermes? Baby, I bought you a gift! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
You know, I just realized that our doctor doesn't really have the equipment to handle the kinds of things that Nate and I need to get checked out in regards to the spawn. Which mostly means the doctor has a low chance of convincing Nate to do anything if he should take the notion that he should be anywhere in the same country as me when I'm in labor.
Which would be dumb, by the way, Nate.
Soooooo, is Doctor Strange still here? I'd really like to know if my children are going to open a portal to hell or anything when they're born. So we can get them warmer booties, in case it's frozen over.
( Nate ) |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|11:43 pm] |
So I just got back into town a few hours ago, long enough to unpack and shower, get some of the road dust off. Slept most of the day so that I could make it back to London in one trip, so now I'm wide awake and have nothing to do.
Any foxy ladies in or around London want to get a midnight snack? I'm buying. |
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