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[Apr. 16th, 2010|11:41 am] |
Behold, mere mortals and immortals alike, for I have invented FIZZBITCH: the cocktail!
I'll be pouring some for my friends and anyone else who shows up at our house tonight. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2010|09:42 am] |
Mom? I need your help with something. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2010|04:17 pm] |
It's my birthday.
I'm 19.
Or, you know, I haven't been born yet. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:43 am] |
~But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin' for has been here the whole time~
SING ALONG EVERYBODY~ |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|10:21 pm] |
Oh you've got to be kidding me. Not again.
I am so tired of time travel.
Where the hell am I this time? |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|08:59 pm] |
I'd do this, but I'm enhancement specced shammy. I'd never get to drink.
Though I may be tipsy right now. Just saying. Drunk Katamari whaaaaaat. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2010|01:05 pm] |
Dani? Torii? Hell, any of my female or non-straight male friends? Feel like shopping? (I say non-straight because the only straight guy who's allowed to see me at Agent Provocateur is Keller, and he's not invited for a reason.) |
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|12:16 am] |
OKAY GUYS. Rally up, we've got work to do.
Cassidy (and your spouses 'cause I know they'll go anyway) - You're from England, you get all the weird half price British candy.
Robbie, Annie, Dani - You guys know the States well enough, you hit all of the specialty candy stores.
Anyone else: drugstores for even cheaper cheap candy.
MOVE MOVE MOVE. THE SUPPLIES WILL ONLY LAST SO LONG.
And I'm not getting out of bed. I don't think I can, anyway. So I can't help you out this year. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|07:59 pm] |
Shareholders meeting went well, considering I really didn't want to be there.
Alex? Do you have any preferences for dinner? |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|02:22 pm] |
( Aidan ) |
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[Feb. 10th, 2010|10:31 am] |
Dear People of New York Who Are The Sort To Throw Snowballs:
Advisory. Make certain they do not contain rocks or especially hard pieces of ice. If they do, and you use one to strike a British lady on the forehead, you have no one but yourself to blame if you are either struck in kind, or somehow "accidentally" trip face first into a snowbank. It's quite simple to take down some teenaged bastard who isn't looking where he's going. That is all.
(Yes, Dean, I'm completely fine aside from the bruise.) |
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[Feb. 9th, 2010|07:26 pm] |
Just because I'm gimpy doesn't mean it isn't close to that accursed holiday which, although I have two spouses, still pisses me off.
Behold my latest batch of passive aggressive valentine cookies!
They're probably the first in about three batches for this weekend. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2010|10:58 pm] |
Hey Uncle Dean? I was wondering if you'd help me find another car. Mine didn't come with me, and I'm damn pissed about it. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|10:37 pm] |
...Oh, come on. Now? Really? Shit. Not a good time to leave your whole life behind because I've got classes, and papers and mid-terms coming up and there was this thing I was supposed to do and now I can't. Great.
Robbie, dude. Where are you? My car didn't get sucked out with me and I'm in the middle of my own personal hell.
God, I hope Alex is okay... |
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