Things to do:

1) Get Nana and Haruko together, start getting serious about doing some band shit.
2) Get a piano.
3) Find a drummer so Nana can do guitar.
4) Make a bigger effort to write music again [haven't made a serious effort in a very long while, and the music you've written since you got here has been absolute shit].
5) Find a roommate. Keep it ( Read more... )

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So, this one's turnin' people into kids, huh? ... Thanks, but I'm kinda glad I'm not takin' part in this one. I was a borin' kid.

Well, there was 8th grade at camp... that wasn't so boring. Okay, there are SOME things I miss about home.

Hey, uh... Those of you not turned into kids, I got all your presents wrapped and ( Read more... )

[The camera is at an angle, seeing mostly sky, and a blood-spattered, dust-covered Emille moving into frame, stream of dried tears on her cheeks.]

... Who else is still out there? Dawn? Karolina?

Kara an' Thelma are already too far gone. I'm... Kinda hangin' out on the Building 12 rooftop. The, uh... zombies don't seem to head toward the rooftops.

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JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST I NEED A GODDAMN CIGARETTE

Mosta you guys don't know this, but I've decided to make an attempt at givin' up smokin'. Certain offers presented themselves, and I figured it was a good enough excuse as any. The money I could save alone would be pretty awesome.

So far? No cigarettes in... Three days. I still have a carton tucked away ( Read more... )

[Amidst the talking, there is the sound of rustling. Emille is currently going through her new bounty of clothes that she has finally been able to purchase, and doesn't realize she's speaking over the Network.]

I've wanted to sleep with half the girls I met here. Probably more. Knowin' me, I don't doubt any o' that one damn bit. Not like it's ( Read more... )