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[Jul. 27th, 2011|10:06 pm] |
My sisters are back. And they're ignoring me, which I guess shouldn't be a surprise. They're older, though, which is a little strange. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2011|10:50 am] |
Mom's gone.
Gar, can I move back in? |
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[Dec. 4th, 2010|07:22 pm] |
Well, this is going to make date weekend awkward. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2010|11:36 am] |
Can't... stop.... laughing!
Those jokes weren't even funny! |
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[Sep. 12th, 2010|08:36 am] |
I think people are getting over me being green. Getting a lot less yells and calls for buckets of water... probably helps that Nessa threatened to run someone over with her wheelchair.
Maybe this new world isn't all that bad. It isn't Oz, and that's always a good start... |
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[Jul. 16th, 2010|06:20 pm] |
I was wondering if anyone here knows me? Is anyone from Professor Xavier's school here?
( Eli ) |
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[Jul. 14th, 2010|09:01 pm] |
You know, I think people lie in New York far less than they do in DC. |
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[May. 3rd, 2010|10:31 pm] |
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm really sick of Halo. I'm going to do the Reach beta because I feel obligated, but ugh, not looking forward to it.
I hate Q2.
Dib? What's going on at your place? Do not say anything, I am not getting soft. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2010|06:15 pm] |
Gar? I want to talk to you. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2010|11:52 am] |
I like weekends. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2010|01:49 am] |
You know that feeling you get when you haven't been on a date with a girl you don't know in so long that you don't even remember how it works? I've got that.
Ah, Coffee Shop Girl. She has a name, probably, but she wrote her number on my cup of Grande Caramel Barely Any Coffee In It Monstrosity, so she's Coffee Shop Girl. Is that cute or creepy, the number-on-the-cup maneuver? It was original, anyway, so she gets points for that.
Oof, need a shower before I go, I smell like a wet dog. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2010|09:11 pm] |
Okay, that is not what that arrow was supposed to do. |
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[Jan. 29th, 2010|11:29 pm] |
Too much winter. I think it's time for a trip to the beach. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|04:05 am] |
Would somebody please tell me where the hell I am? This place is terribly dreary. And I'm not a witch nor a little girl from Kansas, so all this tornado business just wont do. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:55 am] |
Pray tell, husband, what would you like for your birthday? Besides the obvious. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
Well, my Xbox is currently bricked, so no more reacquainting myself with the lesbian sex in Volume Effect in preparation for the sequel. (It's okay, baby, nice repair man's gonna take away the red ring). And with Sophie all boring because she's "studying" or "trying not to fail school forever and ever," like a baby, I find myself drawn to you fine people, several of which I probably know and love, maybe.
Ice cream flavors. Discuss. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|07:55 pm] |
I want a birthday. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2009|03:45 pm] |
I am woefully unprepared to go back to teaching this term. Anyone care to take over my job? As lovely as it is to have something to do every day, it's cutting into my fun time. |
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[May. 21st, 2009|04:40 pm] |
Happy birthday Rose!
Also happy anniversary!
As such, I got you two gifts. The one you like better will go to the celebration you think is more important. Whichever gets me more kisses. Muchas smoochas. You know how I do what I do when I do what I do. |
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[May. 7th, 2009|09:45 pm] |
Two weeks til your birthday, Rosie-doll! Also our anniversary.
Also, I hope you haven't been consumed by horny alongside everyone else. I have, but come on, how would you tell the difference? |
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[Apr. 12th, 2009|04:09 pm] |
[Hidden Away From Logan and His Blushing Not-Bride]
So I was playing with Baby Esme. She wanted a horsey ride, I did her one better and gave her a lion ride. And maybe I was going a bit quick, but it's a long hallway, and Esme knows to hang on. She's pretty smart.
And maybe I took the corner a little fast, but come on, I've taken faster corners. If she slips (and she never has, incidentally, knock on wood or this fake wood grain substitute my desk is made of) I can catch her before she hits the ground. But it doesn't matter, because she didn't slip. And never does. So there.
Anyway, to make a long story short, we ran into Daddy. And as it turns out, We Do Not Take Daddy's Little Princess Around Corners At Double-Digit Speeds. I think the only thing that saved me from a serious mauling was the fact that Esme was laughing her little head off, and Logan didn't want to get my blood on her clothes.
So yeah. Maybe I should limit the fun and games to fetch. Ahem. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|01:48 pm] |
( Gar ) |
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[Apr. 5th, 2009|10:37 pm] |
No Spring Break tan this year, I suppose. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2009|02:44 pm] |
Look, guys, I'm Lara Croft!
"Bloody buggering Hell, Mr. Logan. Cups of tea and scones. On your back and think of England! Pip pip, cheerio, bangers and mash." |
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[Mar. 30th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
Look how pretty I am! |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|04:53 pm] |
Hey Rosie!
Guess which new power I got!
Go on.
Guess. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|10:17 pm] |
( Daddy )
( Gar ) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|05:23 am] |
I got called a "mutie" today! I'm sure the novelty will wear off eventually, but it was kind of neat. It was my first time. Never been called an ethnic slur before. Well, Red Star used to call me a capitalist pigdog, but I don't think that counts.
Just riding on the subway, minding my business. There was this bored little kid with his mom, so I started making faces at him. Then I turned into a dog and told him the talking dog joke, y'know. "DiMaggio?"
Long story short, this guy comes over all angry and tries to grab me. I turn back, go "You're not my type," and then he starts with the trash. "Mutie this, mutie that, you're takin' our jobs," you know how they do. Pisses off a few pink-skinned all Americans nearby, too.
"Hey, don't be an asshole."
"He wasn't doin' nothin'."
"Watch your fucking language in front of the fucking kid!"
Long story short, I love this city. Crazy speciesists aside. (Specists?) |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|07:59 pm] |
I hope you weren't pinched too much today, people who are not green. Suckers.
Y'know, Rose, you could have just worn me all day. I could be a fashionable stole.
Oh, man, I should be a python, and then we could go to one of those stupid parties where you come wearing anything but clothes. I'll be wearing a Rose, you'll be wearing a Gar, we'll be very chic. |
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[Mar. 12th, 2009|08:11 pm] |
Oh, Ms. Frost? My darling White Queen? The Anonymous Author has asked me to do some research on his behalf, and he simply must know how natural your haircolor is, and if it extends past your waistline. He is quite thorough in his research. He may, in fact, require photographs. He likes to be true to his subject matter, you see.
Domi-chan. You've been so quiet. Have you been relegated to bed rest? I imagine that can get quite lonely. I would be more than happy to keep you company. My selfless nature, and all.
edit; Oh, Logan darling! Ms. Frost has directed me to ask for nude pictures of her. Kindly send them my way. Good man, good man. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2009|03:31 pm] |
I am so done with winter.
Time to start planning Spring Break. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2009|04:25 am] |
( Rosie-doll )
James and Peter is on. You know, the Robin Williams Peter Pan movie? Back home, they called it Hook.
This is a fantastic film. Any movie with fairies in it is a win in my book, but then there's Bob Hoskins as Smee, and that's just great. And it's also a brilliant commentary not only on balancing the necessities of growing up with the need to remember one's youth: Peter Banning is fairly useless when trying to save his children, but Pan is too shallow and capricious to care about much of anything that isn't right in front of him. It's only by embracing both the adult and the child that he succeeds and ultimately defeats Hook.
And all in all, Hook fails because he can't do this. Hook does nothing but cling relentlessly to the past: he defeats the crocodile and keeps him as a trophy, slays Lost Boys but does nothing to eradicate them permanently, loses his archnemesis and then goes out of his way to bring him back. And this is his downfall: the Lost Boys defeat his pirates, Peter recovers himself and bests him at swordplay, and then he's destroyed by the empty shell of the croc. Hook himself seems to recognize this by the end of the film--Peter offers him one last chance to leave Neverland and never return, but rather than embrace it, he maintains his enmity with Peter and attacks, leading to his own death.
Bangarang! |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
So Rosie. Rosie-doll. Rosita. Rose... Frost.
I have Valentine's candy. Delicious, of course, but best shared with a lady.
Why, you're a lady, aren't you?
I think that my white chocolate truffle should make a love connection with your tongue. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2009|04:35 am] |
Attention, the World!
I would like to make it clear that my lady, Rose Jean "The Flying Grapefruit" Frost, is a very attractive dame.
Let it also be known that I, Garfield Mark "Beast Boy" Logan, aka DJ Watermelon Tango, am also very attractive.
Moreover, Sophie Elizabeth Marie Michelle Stephanie David Cross "The Nice Cuckoo" Frost is pretty superfly herself.
Y'know what? All y'all are okay.
Except the French. You know who you are.
Okay, the French too.
Man, I get nice when I go without sleep. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|06:53 pm] |
It's funny how memory works. Everything's a lot smaller than I remember.
( Sophie )
( Gar ) |
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[Jan. 18th, 2009|03:59 pm] |
All right, ladies and gents, we're going to have to put things in order here. Time has come unraveled, and personally I blame the clothes. Everyone quickly disrobe. I used to lead the Doom Patrol, I know about this kind of thing. Drop trou and away we go. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|03:53 am] |
It was recommended that I advertise my services on these boards, especially since my current occupation is rather failing to keep me amused.
I am Mrs Emma Peel, one half of the elite Ministry task-force known as the Avengers. I'm trained in almost every conceivable martial art, am an excellent fencer, as well as a superb marksman, and I can speak numerous languages to some competent degree of fluency.
I also look damned good in a leather catsuit, and can break someone's legs from twenty feet away whilst whistling innocently.
Any takers? |
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[Jan. 16th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
Sophie and I will be back by Sunday. And we'll get all of our homework done before class on Monday.
Call if you need us!
( Sophie ) |
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[Jan. 5th, 2009|02:55 am] |
Here's a question for you. A philosophical question. A question, in fact, for the ages.
Ages, gentle reader.
Ages.
So let's say that you're in a pool or a hot tub with a lady. She's wearing a one piece, you're wearing trunks. Or if you're a lady, you're in the one piece and he's in the trunks. Or if you're a gay lady, two one pieces, and a gay dude, two trunkses. You're really focusing too much on the clothing.
So you're in this hot tub/pool environment, and you start smooching. Then you start smooching a bit heavier, and you move onto something that allows you to sit, and she's on your lap.
Now, my question, friends, is this: when you're both soaking wet, is it still dry humping? |
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