Today is my birthday. Anybody want to help me celebrate it?

Nobody seems to recognize me.

I think I'm gonna like it here. Wherever I am.

I am bored. This will not do.

Well.. huh. Bajor was interesting. I'd never been to another planet before. Greener seas. And almost five moons. Their religion was interesting to view as well. Gives me ideas, I could probably be viewed as a god and get worshipers if I tried well enough

I didn't like the idea of a malfunction. But the trip was memorable. So glad to be back home in Chicago once again. I do wonder, though, if it's possible for any of us to go back to those places we've been to during that period.

So.. party at my place! It's my birthday today. Scorpius, you're invited. Your friend Al is welcome too, along with anyone else you want to bring. And anyone else that knows me, you can come by there as well [address]. I just wish Draco was still here. He would have definitely came by.. kinda miss seeing him around sometimes. But yeah, big party at Thorn Manor. Feel free to come have fun. :)

Is this heaven?

Oh, my pretty, pretty boys... I miss you.

Come play.

Please. Now.

Spring appears to finally be rearing it's head. Which is nice. The beaches are gonna be crowded again soon and I've been itching to grab a board, and studying too hard already to get a wetsuit.

And with spring comes the Dreaded Day in May. Yep, that holiday shared with Cinco de Mayo whence I came into the world on the living room floor.

21 years old, in what feels like no time at all. Who wants to be drinking buddies? You might get some half-decent stories out of me.

Ah, February. Any excuse to take candy- or in this case, cookies- from small children. If I'm to be stuck on this everyOne-forsaken continent, at least the Girl Scouts are making it worth my while.

It's so sweet, when they start to cry.

Today is fired, tomorrow is canceled.

FML.

Speaking to of jailbait, and the my apparent newfound celebrity, I was starting to feel a touch old.

What do you think, better? Do be honest. I can take it.

[ooc: And, thanks to a combination of Supernatural, Leverage, Misha and Satan, Crowley is now coming to you with the face of Mark 'I'm in Everything Ever' Sheppard. Not, as some of the pictures led me to believe, David Hewlett. I promise, when you can see the eyes, it's more obvious. So, yes!]

*sounds of nothing but a very deep, dark, sadistic chuckle*

I nearly forgot about this book. I don't really know how that happened. I think I am getting this technology thing down though. I like my IPod. If I would have had one in school, I never would have heard the Professors. I also like my new laptop. The web or the net looks nothing like a web or a net but I suppose they have to call it something. I also learned how to send an EMail although I don't know who I would send one to. It takes less time but there is something about it that makes me miss owl post. The Godbox can also send messages if I type them. I have found out that there is actually character studies out there on me. Why the hell they interview the kid who plays me in the movies doesn't make sense. They could simply come to me. Ridiculous.

Damien, got a bottle of Wizard Star vodka on ice. Want to come and help empty it?

Scorpius, where are you?

I have been completely bored the last few days and it needs to change.

( Damien )

( Scorpius )

( Hermione )

( Severus )

Kay, party at the Grand to celebrate my first year here like a week prematurely.

Cookies and blowjobs, as well as booze and chronic to anyone that shows.

Bring food. We're gonna need tons.

You know, running a corporation is rewarding and all, and I like being rich.. but I've been thinking about doing something on the side. Being an antichrist can't be all business, after all. I happen to be very good with my hands. Exceptionally good. Maybe I should come up with a massage business.

But I will make a deal. For a limited time, sessions will be free. So if anyone is sore. Or just need to relieve some tension? Let Damien do the work. It'll feel better after it's finished. I can do a partial or full massage. And if you're attractive, maybe it'll lead to more fun, the kind of fun that shouldn't be spoken publicly of on here

On a bus, two men with strong accents start a conversation. The lady next to them eavesdrops.

"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two esses acoma together. I come once-a-more. Two esses, they comma together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one last time."

"You dirty mouth pigs! In this country we don't talk about our dirty sex lives in public!" the lady exclaims.

"Hey, what's'a matter for you?" the man exclaims. "I was justa tellin' my frienda how to spell Mississippi!"

Hey everybody clear your throats, anything?

Guys, you believe it was a year ago that some of you got that singin' bug? Wow, huh?

I kind of miss watching you all spout off your true feelings.

There is someone that I can't get out of my head and there is no way in hell it should be that way. Maybe I have been reading too much. This is ridiculous. I shouldn't even be thinking like this EVER. It's just wrong. I'm sure she isn't. If it was possible I would actually consider running back to my time to beat myself senseless for even considering it.

Thank you to everyone who attended Scorpius' birthday party. I hope you have all recovered. At least we can still brew appropriate hang-over potions.

So what is there to do, in this Go- Hel- da- bloody place, anyhow? Idle hands, and all.

Also, Angel- I think I might have found something that belongs to you.