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[Dec. 4th, 2010|03:40 am] |
What the friggin' hell? |
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[Nov. 24th, 2010|04:32 pm] |
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Yes, Sam, I figured out how to cut and paste, suck it |
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[Nov. 11th, 2010|04:29 pm] |
Navi. Pardon me, but you left your last conversation unlocked. I wondered if perhaps you'd like to go shopping or some such for your evening out. Let me know? |
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[Oct. 8th, 2010|06:56 pm] |
Mm. Despite the madness that's flared up again, I do rather like to be in the position of only having one person to answer to. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2010|04:54 am] |
Remember those goblets that Lil' Wayne was carrying around? I think I might buy one of those. Why? Because I can! Because now that crunk isn't quite as awesome anymore - think of the poor goblets! Who needs them? Nobody. And I hate seeing things go unloved.
So, from now on? Mountain Dew in goblets! Hawaiian Punch? Goblet! That icky kid Pedialyte stuff for when you're sick? Goblet! It'll make any beverage-related occasion that much more exciting. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2010|04:53 pm] |
I'm fine, really. If everyone could stop asking, that would be good.
I'm not going back to work - I want to look after John, and Angel and Iggy too. I am going to redecorate my bedroom, though. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|04:19 pm] |
First time in a bit I've felt like proper cooking. I might as well invite people. Annorah, Danielle, Robbie, Torii, Ceevee, Sam & Anne, Aidan, Alex, et cetera.
( Dean ) |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|06:41 am] |
I'm lining up interviews for a nanny. I already have a couple of people lined up as babysitters, but I'd need someone on call since my job takes me away frequently. Jack is four, very intelligent, and actually prefers being on a schedule.
Please let me know if you're interested. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2010|07:28 am] |
There's severe penalties for abduction of FBI agents. Normally I'd be upset, but who would kidnap me and my son, much less put us in a really nice apartment?
In London? |
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[Jul. 14th, 2010|08:19 pm] |
Today my penis won't listen to reason, or even idle threats.
Sigh. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2010|11:48 am] |
Best.
Birthday.
Ever. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2010|06:56 pm] |
Thank you meat gods.
Now I nap. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2010|12:50 pm] |
I'm pregnant.
Toki, I believe you won. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2010|02:18 pm] |
Suppose the cat's out of the bag.
I'm back.
I expect nothing more than a whole bunch of anger, so let's just get it over with.
((OOC: this is after Robbie and Torii's wedding, and he was there, sitting next to Brend and Lulu, and there was a good thick wall of Warteeth between himself and Winchesters.)) |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|12:36 am] |
This is way too damn weird for me. This isn't my home, I'm WAY too tangible, and I'm pretty sure I'm looking at the Big Ben.
Whoever's on the other end, I need some help. |
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[Jun. 5th, 2010|07:50 pm] |
I got a new car~! It's tiny! I've been driving it around Dad's living room. (On the hardwood, Mum.) |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2010|01:36 pm] |
Hey, Bela. Upstairs. |
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[May. 29th, 2010|04:47 pm] |
( Anne )
Is there any Winchester progeny available to babysit tonight? |
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[May. 29th, 2010|01:06 pm] |
You know what happens when you give a toddler Pop Rocks? Fuckin' hilarity, that's what. Robbie, you're a spazz. |
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[May. 15th, 2010|11:23 pm] |
I'm beginning to realise something. Being in the convent for all my life robbed me of one thing... the ability to have a relationship. I never learnt about it.
Deloris changed things a little, but there's only so much a pair of purple go-go boots can change a person. If I think about it, those boots were hideous.
...Does anyone know how I could go about fixing this particular problem? |
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[May. 10th, 2010|07:25 pm] |
( ooc )
Good lord. Not only do we have a gloriously bollocksed general election, but now we've got the possibility of the schools secretary becoming the new PM.
His name happens to be Edward Balls.
I can hear the Americans laughing now. Namely because my husband will likely be one of them. |
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[May. 9th, 2010|04:21 pm] |
This day makes no sense to me. I know Flemeth wasn't the norm, but I can't believe you all had nothing but wonderfully fuzzy moments with your mothers. |
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[May. 6th, 2010|08:00 pm] |
You know, I just realized I've been here forever and nothing that bad has happened to me and mine. It's not half bad, really. Honestly, the worst thing to happen recently was Pam Anderson getting booted off that dancing show. Mmm, Pam Anderson.
I hope I didn't just shoot myself in the foot in the eyes of the Good Luck Fairy. |
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[May. 6th, 2010|06:34 pm] |
AUGH, ITCHY.
make it stop. :( |
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[Mar. 28th, 2010|07:48 am] |
Surprise! I'm a licensed driver.
I passed my test! Kinda.
Dean... can I borrow your car now?
Kitt... come let me practice more.
Sam... let's celebrate. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2010|12:56 am] |
Things are a bit more stable around my home of late. Brenda, Bela, if you'd like to visit, things are a lot more calm.
Brother, what is this I see about you and a lady friend? |
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|09:30 pm] |
So much to do, so much to do! Only a little more time to prepare! |
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|10:10 pm] |
What in the nine circles of hell is going on?
(ooc: Bela may be the only person who's still completely normal.) |
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[Mar. 8th, 2010|08:47 am] |
Bela! We should get lunch soon. I have secret schemes that I need to share with you.
Dean? Eyes closed, fingers in ears, go lalalalala, please. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2010|12:16 am] |
Soren, your pappa and younger brother are gone. I wanted you to know.
The house is strangely quiet. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2010|04:48 pm] |
Anyone have any suggestions to get rid of sinus headaches when aspirin seems to have little or no effect? I've had a damned headache all day and I can't even go to the shooting range to burn off the irritation; I think it might kill me. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2010|12:56 am] |
( Ceevee ) |
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[Feb. 16th, 2010|08:19 pm] |
Dear Everyone,
I offer apologies to the master's wife, her account was the only one open. I have notes to send.
- to Miss Annie's male friend, you are very kind. No one has gotten me a present before.
- to young Master's friend Soren and to Miss Dani, why have you not come around? Your hair is so nice.
- to Master, why have you not stopped lying on your back for hours? Are there monsters I should know of?
- to a Miss CEEVEE, young Master says you belong to him. I would like to meet you.
- to Master Turner, master's wife tells me you have moved away from your house. Why?
Please reply. PRINCESS |
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[Feb. 13th, 2010|12:38 am] |
That was quite some production, for the Olympic Games. Good god, so many lights! Modern technology may never cease to amaze.
Artan, was it? I was hoping, if it wouldn't be terrible trouble, to speak with you again. Business, and all.
I may also be in the market for a new roomate, or pair of such. Man, woman, it makes no difference. But perhaps someone that will actually be around? Attempt to take care of their part of the rooms? I would be much obliged. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2010|06:01 pm] |
Someone want to explain to me just how the fuck Vancouver got to host the Olympics?
I mean, Vancouver. |
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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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