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[Aug. 3rd, 2010|01:11 pm] |
I got me one'a those Shadow critters too, what. Ol' Liam's gots what I like to call a cross 'tween a dragonfly and a lop eared hare. S'a Haragonloy.
I named 'im Brushy, as he's been nestin' in me hair, like.
So I be hearin' tell of some suspicious Angelic doings 'round 'bout these parts. Surely, they've been keepin' to themselves much, aye? None of this mincing about where they know they's not rightly allowed?
Or was thems vampires? Always get the two confused. |
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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. 15th, 2010|07:56 pm] |
To heck with playing dead, I have taught Dog how to play drunk. (Obviously not for real.) He's a puppydog pirate! |
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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. 8th, 2010|04:23 pm] |
Now that things are going back to normal with my family, I feel like I should be getting up to some shennanigans.
Anyone have any ideas? |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|03:21 pm] |
I've become rather fond of London, but more than London, I've become INFINITELY fond of Portkeys. They're grand. They're my dearest friends. I would marry them if one could become engaged to an old shoe with an enchantment on it. When it gets too chilly out, they can just pop me over to Aruba for a pina colada on a nude beach...
This world has THE LIFE, I'm telling you! I don't know why uncle Liam ever left it. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2009|11:24 am] |
Hey! You! Kids that keep dropping into my family out of the damn sky!
Stop doing that, it's getting hard to keep track of everyone!
Oh, and what does everyone want in their stockings? |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|09:32 am] |
Dancing all alone and singing dum-dee-doe!~
I'm booooored. Fix me, internet! |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|03:51 pm] |
I want to dance naked in the streets! Oooh I haven't done that in a long time. Too long, in fact. Whee! |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:01 pm] |
I'd like to know who had the perverse sense of humour to drop me off in London, of all places. Really. I'd like to know, so that I can put them in a fragile psychological state. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:50 pm] |
So much death! Look at this, folks have gone and died all over the newspapers! Very untidy work, but that's demons for you, I suppose.
Mordhausians, oh Mordhausians, forgive my crassness at such a time of doom and gloom, but should your employees' families be in need of a eulogist or obituarian, don't hesitate to give them my number. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
I think I'll go as Bjork for Halloween. I found a great recreation of her swan dress... |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|12:51 pm] |
Hey Ares, just thought you'd like to know that today, your namesake rocket blasted off without a hitch. Ares X rockets will be replacing the obsolete rockets that got us to outer space forty years ago.
Yes, I just outted myself as a astronaut-nerd. Shush. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|10:25 am] |
Peoples of the multiverse, due to a discussion I had earlier, I'm curious to find out if something I've always thought was true, is, in fact, truth.
Wherever you're from, are the women from the southern reaches purportedly more ferocious than their northerly sisters? |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2009|11:43 am] |
Should I wear this for Halloween? |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|03:51 pm] |
...I just got a call from an agent. I don't know what's going on.
I must've replaced a singer or actress of some sort. This is nothing like the convent. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
Aaah! Signore Marinetti!
Back from Abyssinia?
Just you and me my darling
we know what it really means
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it a Dada!
Who wants to go dancing on the Île des Cygnes? It will be a little like cats courting on a fence in some dark alley, smelling of fish and mankind's secrets. We shall invent this place wherever we walk, wherever our feet land will be that island, and all the world around us -- watch it shy away to beyond our moat, the river of time that flows so differently around us, only us! |
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[Oct. 19th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
I have a Police song stuck in my head, but I forgot all the words except the chorus. So, all I have is that "doo doo doo duh da da dah" part over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
So, yeah, I think I'm about to snap and shank someone. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
A strange but a welcoming world this has turned out to be. Stranger even than strange places I have been once, long ago. And how delightful to find that some things never change -- such as the ease of pawning souvenirs to the foolish and obsessed. As a result I find myself, for the first time in my life, in possession of what seems to be more than enough money for one month's rent and a few cheap meals.
Miraculous. Quite, quite miraculous.
It has additionally come to my attention that I have quite a number of relations scampering about like bunnies in a clover field somewhere in this vicinity. Hello, my loves. Charmed, I'm sure. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|03:09 pm] |
Upon this fair autumnal day, the 12th of October in the year of our Lord only knows what's going on here, I, Riordan Byrne, have become the first man in the world to travel from Dublin to London by waterspout. To commemorate this most unique and important occasion, directly and beginning at the soonest possible opportunity, I shall be imbibing that blessed amber liquid until the world makes sense again, or I have died of it.
Such a journey must have taken months -- indeed, years -- to orchestrate with such flawless success. Allow me to submit my appreciation. Please don't think me ungrateful, but I wonder if the great men, women, or other beings responsible might consider lending me cab fare to get home again? |
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