Holy shit, this snow's been crazy. And I was just talking about how I didn't really care for snow all that much. Like it just fine, but a July blizzard? Fuck that.

But, uh... Back where I'm from, it'd be Independence Day, Fourth of July. Though people don't really call it Independence Day anymore. I'm finally getting around to the point where I ( Read more... )

Today, I did something insanely depressing. I made a list of all the friends that've left the City. I don't know why, exactly, maybe it was because of Thelma leaving, but... Now it just has me thinking about all the people I had around me. I had plenty of friends, and I didn't even spend much time with 'em. Took 'em for granted, just about ( Read more... )

Okay, is the bad poetry jam finally over? Someone please tell me it's over. Seriously, I just... shut off the network as soon as I realized it was a curse.

So, uh, brief recap on things:

I died, got turned into a stuffed lion, fairly certain someone I know is actually some kind of supervillain or something... What else? Been fairly good about not ( 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... )