I have another message for your friend boss lover Jack.

Where are you? You haven't been home all week.

Are you a fan of Ozzy Osbourne?

Can I bring you anything from Kingstown?

A little birdie told me you're heading to Kingstown again soon.

[Private to Jack]
We need to talk. Over a medium that doesn't involve me getting two sentences out and then suddenly our trousers are off.

[Private to Grace]
Don't think I ever thanked you.

No reason to start now.

[Private to Bret]
I owe you an apology.

[Private to Jemaine]
I wanted to tell you
You know you're
I appreciate

How are you?

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As Bret failed to mention, for those of you who care, I'm not dead.

[private to Ianto]
Bret said you told him to tell you if I got worse. I didn't.

[private to Min]
Thank you for telling Bret about the silk.

How are you?

guys, Jemaine's been really sick for a few days now

I don't know what's wrong

I'm scared

help

I’m a bit hesitant to keep a journal when so many people will be able to read my thoughts, but I suppose as a means of communication, this is simply astonishing. I’ve never seen a book capable of connecting to others of its kind.

Then again, I’ve never been thrown naked into a field before, either. A first time for everything, I suppose. In any case ( Read more... )

I think something's happening, or about to happen. The gods are I've been hearing

I'm not talking about what's been going on with time. This might be because of that, or it might be something else entirely. I don't know.

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