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[May. 16th, 2009|08:03 pm] |
Why Uncle Ares not come home yet? |
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[May. 11th, 2009|02:59 pm] |
Those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it.
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
Yeah, I don't care what day it is. Unless it's brutal, I don't appreciate it.
We should have Blood Appreciation Day. Not only is it metal, it's apparently also useful. And important. To live. And it makes an awesome fountain. And it rhymes with a lot.
So. Uhhhhhhh. Yeah. Appreciate it. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
Whoever took my new son? Will die. Slowly and with great pain. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|06:30 pm] |
Ohh, now what is this? I'm glad to be alive, I really am.. didn't think I'd survive a tornado. Survival is good. But this can't be happening. I'm supposed to be in California helping my mom and sister with stuff. Or checking on Riley.
This.. I can't explain it, this is weird. And people are kinda looking at me as if they know me. Which is bizarre, seeing as how I was never in Miami before. I should probably try to call Cameron. Or my mom. She'd be mad if she can't find me. I'm John, by the way. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
Um. Omigosh. Um. Where am I?
What is this thing? How do I know how to use it?
Um. I'm Dory. I think. I know I forget a lot but I remember THIS ISN'T THE OCEAN! |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|10:01 pm] |
Well that was a bit rude, wasn't it? |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|10:24 pm] |
This place might never cease to amaze me. But I can't help but feel... restless. As though I should be doing something more. I don't know why and Satriel's not talking.
I don't believe I've ever been bored before. What am I supposed to do? |
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[Feb. 25th, 2009|09:19 pm] |
What devilry is this? I was dying, I shouldn't be here...
I doubt my sisters have had the good fortune to be brought with me. Pity. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2009|04:42 pm] |
One a'my elephantses is sick. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|12:21 pm] |
I want to play-play, but my mummy is too busy with Benny! This is no fair. Does n'yone want to play-play?
[ooc: For anyone who doesn't remember, the bold indicates that she is using a computer program which takes what she says and puts it into typed words on the computer. Since Tara is three, she can't actually type, obviously, so this is how she communicates. Any response is then read off to her by the computer.] |
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|05:33 pm] |
So I've mostly finished with my current project, but now I've got to wait for the current layer of paint to dry before I can add any details.
Of course, this process leaves me with some time on my hands and very little to do with it, which in turn leaves me rather bored.
Would anyone care to go for a walk with me? |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|01:14 am] |
Elephants!
We's got elephants! |
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
Heee! Elephants looks silly with glitter butt!
Daddy say glitter is 'mossst undiggyfied' for a King. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|05:09 pm] |
It seems that I have returned. For what reason, I'm not sure. In a different body as well. Just in time for Thanksgiving.
I'm a different woman, and I don't take things lightly. That is your final and only warning. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|08:41 pm] |
My daddy getted me this journal sos I cans talk to peoples. |
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