Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarnet, @ 2015-12-03 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | blair waldorf, leon orcot, sharon carter, veronica mars |
Today is bullshit. The fuck is this shit falling from the sky? Why is it still coming? If I wanted a white Christmas I'd move to Canada.
At least I still have winter clothes from the last couple of years, but seriously. Fuck this shit.
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So, Chris' birthday is coming up pretty quick. I'm throwing him a party on Sunday. At [park]. I tried to talk him out of the park when it started snowing but he's from New York and apparently this isn't considered cold to him. Freezing my fucking nuts off but whatever. So you guys should come. And try to help me convince my little brother to bring it inside.
On the dream front, somehow D managed to pack up all the hundreds of animals he had in his shop in three hours, made the long winding labyrinth of corridors he had in the back turn into a broom closet, and is now on the lam. They found evidence of him by the Colorado River, but Agent Howell, the lying sack of shit, says its "out of my jurisdiction" and I'm "off the case."
Jokes on him though, because D picked me up in some limo and took me to one of those most expensive high rise apartments in LA, where I guess he rents out the top three floors? Not going to lie, had no idea the guy was loaded. I don't understand the whole 'renting an apartment' thing when I know for a fact he lived in his pet shop. I've seen the guy sell pets for baked goods, so I honestly had no idea he was interested in money and fancy apartments and all that shit.