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Favorite Christmas Song?

I'm compiling a collection for my ipod to play at work. I'm sick of Bing Crosby and Peggy Lee. How about some more modern songs? It's like the last fifty years of Christmas Music didn't exist to some radio stations. What's up with that?

Hell yea, this is the best song I've written YET. It's kind of a big deal, not that I'm bragging. I mean, I am just promoting, and even just telling the truth.

Still, it's pretty fantastic. Now, study for test or perfect song? Perfect song it is!!!

Ugh. If one more person demands I say something ~pretty and Irish~, I'm going to murder them.

I really, really, really, really, really, How many reallys can I use before people find it annoying, hate therapy.

There are reasons I wanted the stuff that's come up to stay back there.

Well it's official. I hate my job. Not that any of you want to listen to it, but I felt the need to say it.

I just spent the last week developing a state-of-the-art antennae system for my company's upcoming new Smartphone launch. They LOVED it. Guess who's getting the credit on the patent? My supervisor for the development team. The phone's technically his idea, we just put the damn thing together in pieces for him, and I was certain my name might be included because.. well it's a revolutionary system.

Oh to hell with it. I get money to do this.

Sorry, had to vent. Back to watching Do You See What I See? on the Science Channel.

So I have a kinda sorta random and unexpected gig coming up... three days a week for the next month.

How to explain this one? ...actually, it's sort of embarrassing. I was goofing on this piano at Smyth's fancypants department store -- and someone heard me. He owns a fancypants hotel in Tustin. He wants me to come and play Christmas songs on his fancypants grand in the lobby.

I'm still trying to figure out why I said yes. I think I just miss the piano. You know? Meh, maybe I'm alone there, missing pianos.

...I have to shave and get a haircut and wear a tux. Oh brother.

Actually, this grumpy attitude is all a put on. I'm pretty excited!!

Anyone else happen to be non-American? I've got my green card, but I've never been much for this holiday. For one, I'd prefer pheasant to turkey. For two, I always think it's vaguely blasphemous for Englishwomen to celebrate.

I suppose it's a crock-pot stew and telly type of day.

Traditional cranberries are better than canned. Your argument is invalid.

So anyway, work was less stressful to get to today. No break downs, traffic still sucked by I had my coffee. I'm certain all of you really wanted to hear the update on my commute, so you're welcome.

I did see someone go complete road rage on someone, called the police, but I don't know if they ever caught them.

Not feeling Thanksgiving this year, honestly.

Am I a horrible person if I just blow it off and hang out on the couch watching Charlie Brown eat toast and jelly beans?

Yes, for those of you who have been asking, Luke's is going to be open on Thanksgiving. We're only serving one thing for breakfast, lunch & dinner though. Turkey. If you don't like it don't come.

Someone has to feed the cooking-challenged of Tustin. I'm pretty sure at least one family would starve to death if I closed the diner for a day.

Anyone else dreaming about a crazy, space whale that refuses to eat children?

Yeah, you don't realize how bad space whale vomit smells until you get a little dunk in it.

Who else feels like an insomniac? I cannea get to sleep last night for the love of war or money.

I just want to go for a run or do some puhups or kick a bloody football

Yesterday I had a date. It was brilliant. She's....

I feel comfortable around her. Nae like most women. She's grounded, I can tell. Fun. Beautiful. But I think she doesn't realise how intelligent or quick witted she is, which actually makes her sexier in a lot of ways I never realised innocence could.

I'm nearly twenty-six and I've never had a serious relationship...

This isn't normally something I'd write about on a public forum but my psychiatrist seems to think it's healthy progress. We'll see... I'm just thrilled I can move my fingers!

wtf do i suck at drums

really doesn't make a lick of sense

I know it's long since past Lent, but I'm going to give up something for the next 30 days. (I admit this was totally inspired by watching 40 Days and 40 Nights, and remembering what a fox the boy is in that. And realizing 40 days is too many, but I could probably do 30.)

I'm going to be totally and utterly celibate for the next 30 days. I'm thinking of it as a spiritual cleanse. It shouldn't be too difficult. Anyone else want to join me? We could be a little support group.

I woke up unable to breathe, and spent the morning in the ER.

I am fine now, it seems. Kolyat has not left my side. He seemed quite worried. I think he needs a distraction. Mr. Summers, is there any way someone from the ranch could pick him up? He should spend time with people his own age, not his old father.

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it.

All I wanted was egg and chips. Went to the store for eggs. Everyone was staring at me. Wouldn't stop. Three people told me they loved my costume. What costume? Assholes.

You think California has enough musicians to stare at.



ooc: charlie now thinks he's john lennon, btw

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

It's a madhouse. A maaaaaaaaadhouse!

When you grow up Catholic, there are a lot of statues around.

So you go to Catholic School and all school is boring... but sometimes you think: Hey, if that statue over there started to move, it would make my day a heck of a lot more interesting.

You get into a staring contest with a statue -- and of course you lose, because Hey! It's a statue! You're gonna lose the starting contest, mate! But you dare the statue to move or do something creepy...



...I really regret making those dares now. Cos... my house is filled with little statues. FILLED WITH THEM!

Had a little awesome news. That listening room that asked me to fill in for an opener a while back -- Well, they asked me to come back. Same deal. Twenty-five minute set. Hey, man, I'll take what I can get!

Ugh!! Seriously! What does it take to get a date around here? You'd think now that I'm famous it would get a little easier, but all it does it bring the creeps out of the woodwork.

ROLAND!

Public post, because of things, you know. Bad technology things.

Have a drink with me!

In this one I died. A lot.

Then I just popped right back up, every time.

Maman always swore bad things happen in three, always. She would tell me, "Fleur, mon amour, il faut toujours être vigilant," or I must always be watchful for these things. I think she is just a little paranoid about such things. Today she was full of these wise words when I talked to her. There was no convincing her a stress fracture was hardly an omen of bad things to come. I am a dancer, injuries happen. It is not anything major. One of those air cast things, few days rest, and a short break from dance. That is it.

It has just been a long week.. Bill, let's run away for the weekend.

I didn't really introduce myself properly earlier. I'm not really a people person.

I'm Katniss. I really don't have any friends and that never bothered me before

So. Hello.

Is the boy who gave us vegetables on

I think I'm going to start counting the days I'm still alive, rather than counting down to death.. :)

There are people worse off than yours truly. People with actual diseases and who really are dying right this moment. So I should shut up, yeah?

I swear I am never working anywhere ever again where people don't strip, it makes my job so much more enjoyable and the shifts simply fly by...

Cheers, mates.
Anyone know of any good places to watch women dance?

What's the strongest thing you sell?

"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist."


http://youtu.be/o22eIJDtKho
(ooc: Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt)

Life is short.

Drive fast. Leave a sexy corpse.

Good god. I dreamed I sucked a person to death, and not in a fun way, neither!

Okay so we know all about the dangers of assuming a woman is pregnant when she isn't. In fact, it's best not to ask a woman if she's pregnant unless you can actually see a baby emerging from her at that very moment.

But no one ever warned me about the equal danger of knowing a woman is pregnant and pointing said fact out to the brother-in-law of the woman in question. Apparently, it's especially bad when the woman is your boss, and the brother-in-law turns out to be the father, and the husband hasn't got a clue.

So, I lost my job today.

I'm just going to put it out there -- like I sometimes do.

McDonalds Playround Ball Pit
...filled with these, as someone on here called them, fuckrabbits

I'M FUCKING DROWNING IN FUCKRABBITS

what the hell is going on? is it the end of days?

I got fired from my barista job. I knew it was coming, so I guess I can't be that surprised. I didn't do anything wrong, they were just laying off people, because they're slow on business. So now I have no job, and I'm pretty much going to be tossed out of my sister's house. She's been looking for any excuse to get rid of me.

Yay for being homeless. If anyone needs me, I'll be uh.. somewhere. Maybe hooking on the street. That sounds about right.

Alright, I'm going to throw something out there, because I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in thinking this. But.... pregnant woman in bikinis. This is not a bad thing, right? Sometimes, it's pretty hot.

Or maybe I am alone in thinking this.

So, I've sunk into the depths of despair depression a bad funk.

The concert went really well. A lot of people recognized me, which was weird at first, but then it was nice. I guess. I don't know. Maybe not. I feel like crap now. I mean, what happens next, you know?

Roland, you around?

Actually, Kenzi. Are you around?

You know that low whistle you make when you're at a loss for words? How would one type that? Wooo? Hooo?

I was up all night. There's lots of stuff out there, on the internet. You know? Stuff you don't even realize. Like this lovely little number I stumbled upon in a darkened corner of the valar network.


Guys. This might be the best thing I have ever seen. I don't know who's been working on it, or if it will ever go to print, but there is no reason to ever buy another calendar ever again.

( [.zip file: men of valarnet calendar] )


(ooc: All in good fun! React away! You can treat the images here like photos that were professionally taken, personal photos that were swiped, photoshopped images... Anything you like! I would have made about 100 more, but there are only 12 months this year. So if you don't see a pup you would have liked to seen in this, I'm super sorry. We'll get them next time! Obviously, this wouldn't have worked as well if I hadn't kept it a secret. But you guys like surprises, right?)

Cannot sleep. I'm nervous about this gig tomorrow, which is....... probably an appropriate reaction. But it still feels weird, to me.

I feel like there's something off with my set list.

Pot? Why, yes please!

Well, I might actually have a gig. There's a listening room, otherwise known as a very small venue, over by Irvine. Anyway, local band needs an opener. Guess who they've heard playing in the park?

Needed:

Three(all positions have been filled) handsome and strapping young men (Must be clean cut, able to work well with me, lean), and four three gorgeous women(doesn't matter the height, lean build, not afraid to undress in front of others), for a fashion shoot for the shop I work at.

Please contact me if interested, darlings.

You will be paid, and the magnificent pieces you wear can be taken home with you!

Really sorry to spam the network guys, but trust me, it's really important.

Peggy Carter? This is something I think you really need to see.

( Not locked, just cut for her pleasure. )

Well, THAT was the most terrifying night of my life!

Won't be taking any planes for a while.
Not that I have the money for it anyway.

ever say a word over and over until it sounds like a noise?

Why is there is always an awkward moment when I go into a store to buy several bottles of aspirin, ace bandages, and icy hot. The clerk no doubtedly always asks me if I play sports (as if it is not evident already) and if so which one. That is when it gets awkward because I instinctively say I am a dancer... The old ladies always give me a look of disproval, the girls get jealous, and the men just check me out more and ask what I am doing later. When I tell them I am not one of those kind of dancers but a ballet dancer, no one believes me.

From now on I think I will tell people I am a football player, or a soccer player as Americans say. It might save me the hassle when it comes to buying aspirin.

Well this is sad news.

Doc Watson Dead at 89