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[Mar. 13th, 2010|05:06 am] |
Despite someone toilet-papering my house and somehow managing to wrap up my toilets, I'm having a good day.
Because I can grant wishes.
By the Starlight, I'm awesome. Knew it'd manifest eventually. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|04:48 pm] |
Word of advice, guys? Stop trying it on in public.
We kinda have to arrest you if you get caught trying it. No exceptions. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2010|05:36 pm] |
The next idiot to go outside and get stuck can just stay there for all I care... I'm a caboose, not a repair truck.
Even Krupp knew to stay still when the snow came, and he was pretty useless. Why can't most humans get that through their thick skulls? Wrench would have a bitchfit at the messes we see, I swear. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2009|02:48 am] |
I'm pretty sure it's not normal to wake up yelling about the Starlight Express. I must've been dreaming about Rusty - guess it's guilt, or something like that. Either that, or I'm losing it.
Joule's acting all wary. Can't say I blame her. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|10:59 am] |
I really need to find out a decent place to eat. I'm no good at cooking or anything like that.
That was always more Dinah and Buffy's thing than mine. I really miss those girls. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
I want a puppy! |
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[Aug. 30th, 2009|05:20 am] |
I still don't understand why all the humans like walking. It's... weird.
Nothing like the smooth drive of a diesel or electric engine, or even the way the old steam trains moved. Am I admitting I miss the Rolling Stock? Maybe. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|02:02 pm] |
A kitten followed me home last night. Apparently, me being an ex-caboose doesn't faze the little lady... she's adorable.
I think I'll call her Joule. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2009|05:46 pm] |
Hey hey C.B.! You and me and Gir should go to the circus!
edit; Hey hey Johnny! You should come too! |
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|09:13 am] |
This seems quite unusual. Why am I an organic life form? |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|02:12 am] |
Panicked Observation: OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY VOCABULATOR? AND MY MEMORY CORE? AND WHY AM I MADE OUT OF SQUISHY MEATBAG PARTS? Worried Statement: I appear to be a meatbag. I can only hope that perhaps my Master attempted some simple repairs and left his arc spanner in my motor core again. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|02:40 pm] |
Mary, come out, come out wherever you are... |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|05:03 am] |
Inferi all over....I'm scared. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|07:24 am] |
...Zombies?
Awesome. Less awesome because they're trying to eat my brains, though. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|02:43 am] |
Wheeeeeels. <3
The red caboose is on the loose! :D And I can't rust anymore! I'm starting to love this human thing... |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|04:42 pm] |
Hey hey C.B.! I found wheels! |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|03:42 pm] |
My wheels. Where are my wheels? I can't move without...
...oh, this is weird. |
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