Alright!

Seeya, Ba'ast. Starfish. Rest of this island.
[she laughs, caught in between bliss and defeat]I'm ready to find him now. Maybe some others too, if I can ( Read more... )

[recorded; her voice is surprisingly quiet, but that's probably just because she's tired because it's really late at night when she is posting this]So late ( Read more... )

[recorded; she sounds genuinely excited and maybe a little breathtaken as the sound of beating wings makes for background noise]

Shit, these things --
these poke-monster things, that what they're called? [her voice slips into blissful laughter for a moment, seems like doesn't actually care about the question]In all the time that I've been grounded ( Read more... )

SANTA BABY, DARLING, SWEETHEART, THANKS

[there's a gunshot and the excited barking of what sounds to be a kind of big dog -- yes, she's being a dick and showing her new crap off via the journal]And I got this bitchin' dog necklace so I guess the fat man of wonder is hinting something at me. This stupid ass dog's pretty fucking badass though when ( Read more... )

[recorded. loudly, dramatically and purposely overdone, but still with an undertone of proper singing.]

HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING
Glory to some newborn King!
PEACE ON EARTH and mercy's gone mild
God and sinners fuckin' reconciiiiled
JOOOYFUL, ALL SOMETHING...

[she starts laughing pretty hard and thus stops singing]You all sing shit like that ( Read more... )

[recorded because she's admiring herself in the mirror]
Oh
oh ho ho ho

Don't know whose fucking wet dream this thing came out of, but it's so goddamn shiny, fuck's sakes --

HEY WAIT AREN'T THESE MAGICAL
I THINK I'M SOME SUPER HERO OR SOMETHING

BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS BITCH DOES I DON'T FEEL ANY DIFFERENT

[ooc: slutty costume #1 for ( Read more... )

[and once again, Apollo's entry here includes a good bit of the sound of knocking things over]
logbook logbook where the fuck is it WHERE THE FUCK IS IT

[the cursing continues until finally, bloody hand prints start appearing all over the page]

IS THIS THE FUCKING LOGBOOK PLEASE BE THE FUCKING LOGBOOK

[her screaming starts to sound like panicked ( Read more... )

[there's splatters of blood on the page, which is torn and crumpled in a few places, but her loud, horrified screaming is probably what's catching the most attention here]

WHORES you FUCKING
FUCK --
MY FUCKING EYES

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS i can't i can't i can't
I CAN'T
FUCKING
SEE
I'M GOING TO MURDER THOSE DIPSHITS I SWEAR ON MY LIFECOME DOWN ( Read more... )

Found some interesting toys yesterday...
[recorded hum, then back to writing]

Hey RETARD NAMED JAN, are you dead? Assuming these are yours and that you're still kickin' somewhere; they're mine until you want them back, in which case they're still gonna be mine.

[the entry starts out recorded with a soft, quiet voice singing something -- and whatever you may think, it's actually not accidental]

And oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, I need the ending.
So why can't you stay just long enough to explain?

Take your time, take my time.

[as she sings, a few random doodles start to ( Read more... )