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Why the fuck do men think it's okay to harass women and cat-call to them out on the street? Do they think that's actually going to work? No I don't fucking want to touch you, or talk to you when you treat me like that. I surely don't fucking want to go out with you on Valentine's Day. What the fuck man?

No woman likes to be cat-called like y'know.. she's a fucking cat. Cut that shit out. Someone's going to get punched in the balls.

I need beer. Any recommendations on bars? Getting tired of my normal haunts. Needs to have more than American pisswater.

So Valentine's Day! It's coming and we can't stop it but thanks to my wonderful new friend, Glimmer, who had an incredible idea we have come up with THE ultimate Valentine's Day plan.

I have hired a movie theater [address] and we are going to be screening horror films all day - no tickets needed just turn up! And there will be free ice cream, popcorn and the usual goodies too!

So if you want an alternative to the lovey dovey mushy crap that we are all bombarded with then come along!

Anyone need a boxing partner? I want to get back into it, but you can't really box against a bag all the time.

Even in my dreams I've killed people. Though maybe this is all some kind of weird flu hysteria or something. Delusions. How do you tell the difference if you feel like you've got a high fever and dying? Shit, I don't even know.

I am so bored of being stuck in here. I just want to get the fuck out of this house.

This inhaler shit better work.

Has anyone here ever killed someone before? A friend?


It's a matter of waiting until he dies, but watching Joly, every day, hearing him breathe like that, when he's the one of us who has always been so easily sick and knowing not only that I've put him there, that I've sentenced him to die as easily as if I'd held a gun to his head is something for which I don't think there are any words. He's going to die, and then the others are going to get sick and I am going to kill them too, and to make matters so much worse, they're putting things into quarantine and he cannot even have his L'agile or 'Chetta with him to give him any comfort.

I put him in this place. I put him here by letting him come to help me, and to see me here, and I'm the reason he's going to die. I don't have reservations for myself. Well, I'm afraid to die, but if I must, I must, and I only hope I've done some good in the world, somewhere along the way.

I accept my own mortality. What I don't accept is mortality for my friends, and myself being the cause. I'm the one who is responsible for all of this. I'm the one who should be saving them. Not doing this. Never this.



I don't know what to do.

These fucking dreams are driving me crazy.

First I'm some badass chick with all these superpowers. Then this woman shows up claiming to be my Watcher, but she's evil.

And I'm trying to kill my friends ex boyfriend cause he's a vampire who came back from hell.

What the ever loving fuck? Fuck trusting people. It only gets you shit in the end.

Anyone want to spend Thanksgiving getting Chinese and going to the movies?

[Private to Joe]
Thanks for uh.. whatever it is that you did. Looks like I'm in the clear. I even got some kind of crazy apology note.

Okay so the ex is out of jail. He hasn't tried to contact me, I haven't seen him or anything.. except I just have this bad feeling, you know?

Shit.

Well that's shitty.

You guys. You guys.

Brownies are amazing.

I'm kind of surprised that there weren't pictures of celebrities without make-up or 'hey look, some chicks actually have fat on their bodies. for shame'. That's all I seem to see when I go to the grocery store and look at the magazines. Don't people have anything better to do?

Anyone know where there might be a place to buy a costume that isn't some slutty version of something?

Uh.. anyone know a lady named Diana Dormer?

I've heard people talk about weird dreams they've had in here.

Anyone else uh.. have one that involved stabbing a guy and the guy exploding into ash?

I got my first paycheck! Oh, look, my first paycheck is already spent. Boo.

We're having this half price all drinks thing going on at the bar, every Sunday. Everyone should come by and check it out. We have a lot of original drinks.

I need a social life. Seriously, this is fucking ridiculous.

Catching up with people is weird. I mean you've got all those people who seem happy to see you, when you haven't seen them in a while. Then you've got the people who don't remember you, and those that don't want anything to do with you. You know what? They all look at you the same way. Like you've changed. Whatever the reason you were away, they look at you like they don't know you anymore. Because you went and had all this shit happen to you that they weren't there for. Your life didn't revolve around them for a while and now you're a stranger.

It's fucking weird.

Can't blame them really, I mean life moves on when you're not there. People change when you're not there as much as you change. They're not really the same person when you left either. So you look at them, and they look at you.

All you can do is move on. Get back in and act like you weren't gone? I just don't know how you're supposed to act around people anymore.

I am afraid I had to burn a book today.

I can't believe it's taken me this long to find this place. I've been spending too much time on the EDM forums. It's definitely time to socialize with the rest of the population. So, hi everyone. My name is Carmen de la pica Morales and I create music for a living. Although I'm not so sure you can say you do something for a living when it doesn't really bring any actual money in, but still. It's what I do.

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I thought you were all crazypants with your talk about vivid dreams and acting like it had really happened to you, but now I think I know what you mean. It obviously wasn't really me or anything, but I have to wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me with so many cheesy monsters.

I actually don't have all that many friends around here. But I have a dilemma.

I met a woman online, and its ruining my productivity. And all we do is respond back and forth on this thing.

Poll time, ladies and gents. Well, not an actual poll, but whatever.

Because I'm bored, tell me your favorite drinks. The ones you order when you're tryin' to be cool and impress somebody. Or when you're not bein' subtle about hitting on them. Because "Sex on the Beach" is not subtle. Fun, but not subtle.