So. Five days in a club playing obnoxious techno music with occasional interludes of that Ke$ha song on repeat for an hour straight.

Someone is getting stabbed over this.

So Cronus is the Apartment Manager. And nobody has taken initiative on doing something about him. Disappointing to say the least, really. I'm in L.A. holed up in my hotel room[deleted] to cover the VMAs at present, and if nobody's grown a pair by then I'll have to do it myself ( Read more... )

Fuck this shit, I'm going to Greece.

[her voice sounds composed and focused, but perhaps a bit too overly-so, like someone trying so hard to sound sane that they actually sound a teensy bit insane. Also, weak. Because... you know. Sick.]

... well! It turns out there is an easy fix for unfortunate weight gain; a truly disgusting amount of sweating and vomiting. Delightful, Cronus, ( Read more... )

And I actually rather liked this holiday, too.

... maybe I can use it as a tiny indentured servant or somesuch.

[even without the microphone placement her voice would sound a little hoarse and forced, not so much like she's been screaming her lungs out but rather that she has done everything in her power to not do so.]

Sister? Here. Now.

Dictionary.com describes "deja vu" like this;

1. Psychology. the illusion of having previously experienced something actually being encountered for the first time. 2. disagreeable familiarity or sameness: new television season had a sense of déjà vu about it-the same old plots and characters with new names. I'm pretty sure this is option two. ( Read more... )

Okay, full disclosure here. The Red Scare? Excellent stuff, one of the best things in the last century. And I really do like some of the fashion, certainly I can't complain about being given things in pinstripes.

But beyond that, and I know you're just clapping your hands with glee, old man, fuck fifties week. If I wanted my apartment clean I'd ( Read more... )

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

And no, apartment manager who can't understand why people don't care about him whilst being patronizing as fuck and making yet another irrational judgment call, it's not just you. Apparently between the Oscars and the Michael Jackson fiasco, my editors feel I've taken enough extended vacations ( Read more... )

[The recording clicks on presumably by accident. This hypothesis is supported by the fact that Eris' voice is nowhere near any phone or microphone of any kind and is instead trailing around her apartment room in a cacophony of profanity, threats apparently aimed at Cronus, and the sound of various household objects apparently being thrown into ( Read more... )