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[Jan. 11th, 2009|12:59 am] |
( Pepper ) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:20 am] |
Ugh - I can't believe I'm doing this.
Would any member of the fairer sex do me the honor of attending my best mate's wedding with me? I promise not to grope you, get you drunk, attempt to sleep with you, or allow any of the wedding party to molest you (though if I'm not in the room, I make no promises on that last bit).
There goes my dignity for the decade. Good thing it's almost over. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:26 am] |
... and I totally forgot about going back to school until just now.
That's how awesome my Christmas gift was. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:31 am] |
Random stupid question: anybody here swordfight and want to spar? I haven't really gotten any practice in since Halloween, and that didn't really count. Zombies aren't exactly hard. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|05:42 pm] |
First I was there...and now I'm here. Interesting. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|09:33 pm] |
What was that?
Shilo? Are you all right, sweetheart? Have you taken your medicine?
This...doesn't look at all right. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
New York City. Center of the fucking universe and whatnot. Can't exactly say it's great to be back, because who the fuck really thinks that? Yeah, like my life is instantly so much better just because I'm back in this shithole. I mean, honestly, nobody comes back to New York because they really want to be there. Sure, that's why they go there in the first place, but that's just the wide-eyed kids who think they're gonna make it big or something like that. Fucking bullshit. Still, it's better than L.A. That place was faker than Pamela Anderson's tits.
Of course, it might have been better if I hadn't been dropped here by a fucking tornado, like some sort of fucked up Wizard of Oz bullshit. Don't think I'm gonna be putting on a gingham dress and ruby heels. Perry told me I don't have the legs for it...really fucking random non sequitur on his part, by the way. And speaking of? I was getting his dry cleaning when I got dropped in the big apple, and it didn't come with me, so I'm pretty sure he's gonna kill me when I get back. Right after he laughs his ass off when I call him to ask for a plane ticket because a fucking tornado dropped me in NYC. Fucking hell.
I'm Harry Lockhart, in case anyone gives a damn. I'm a private detective. Sort of. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
( Pulse & Akima )
Man, I've seen some really weird movies recently. And I did one of those year in review things, in honor of being here almost a year.
It's been a crazy year. But. . . though there was a lot of hurt, and a lot of bad, I wouldn't give up being here for anything. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Oh no . . . Now where am I I knew I shouldn't have gone with him
I have to get home. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Oh, my God, this place is amazing!
It's like a multidimensional recycling bin full of half the metaphysical relics of the modern era, with some of the classics mixed in. Like a greatest hits album or something.
Did you know, Atlantis still exists here? Or... so they say, I haven't had time to make it out that way, yet. Still brushing up on my Atlantean. But... seriously. Amazing.
Anywhere, or anything else, you fine folk might sugggest looking up? I seem to have all the time in the world, with the Library being... otherwise occupied, here. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
My business has finally gotten off the ground.
And now I have almost no time.
Dammit. Kon, would you care to join me for a late night snack some night? |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
James Tiberius Potter! Making a 'booty call' to me at three in the morning?! You're married, sir, married! This behaviour is entirely inappropriate and thoroughly unappreciated, sir! |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
So I've decided I want to go dancing. I don't know if the clubs are the same here, and I need to make my presence known.
Trouble is this dance card I have is completely empty. This is a terrible thing. A truly terrible thing, that must be remedied.
I can promise all potential volunteers this: You will not have to pay for a thing tonight. Not cover charge, certainly not drinks, not cab money or bus money or a subway ticket or anything.
Nothing is required in return for this except a night of dancing. I'm not that kind of douchebag.
So, any takers?
( Jake ) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:06 pm] |
My job here is done. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
So, I was told to try this internet thing.
Apparently I'm annoying both my roommate, and my children.
Um. . . hi?
I'm Marius Boudreaux. I like tennis and swamps, and um. . . yeah. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
This politicking shit has gotten a lot harder in two millenia. Damn.
So. Who wants to help me run a country? Or, as they say 'the free world', which is stupid, because these damn computers are stoppin' me from listenin' to an unedited Ludacris CD. How free's that? The first amendment was really just sort of a guideline, right?
Also, for the record: Florida won. E'erybody can stop their whinin'. They really are the best- an' I love them more than the others. So there. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|11:36 pm] |
Great fuckin' Skies, it's cold. Really cold. 'I think I might be shorter' kind of cold.
That was ill advised. I'm amazed I still have all my parts.
There's another jump tomorrow, if anyone wants to join me. |
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