Day 6 of New Year
Ho-leeee crap.
See, I don't know about anyone else, but I like to make sure my holiday season is damned good and incoherent. If I have any serious thought processes 'sides 'Where did I leave my shoes?', there's just something wrong. Mostly, and yeah, I'll admit this stupid Dr. Phil inner feeling crap, I hate this time of year because everyone else in the frikkin' world gets some sort of family thingie, like belonging and welcome and caring and crap and me? I got a lasagna pan from my old man one year. I was ten. He didn't give it out of love, he gave it because he was hungry and busted the last one smacking me around. I wanted a fucking Barbie. So yeah, I'm fucking bitter AND you can bite me, package deal.
Since no major bombing were reported in the past few weeks and I'm not in jail for any reason, I guess it was a good start to my year, huh? Working for whoever I worked for like I'm telling you actually made me think about going legit somehow, running a security service, using my powers for goo, not awesome and living a stable, normal life for a change instead of instinctually ducking when I hear a siren outside. Yeah, thought about it, then laughed so hard I peed my pants. Like THAT was ever going to happen. Hey, maybe when I become a huge rockstar, then I'll stop helping Manny strip cars down or fencing rolexs to this guy I know on the Westside. Legit, heh.
So I go out, having a kick ass time and now... no one's around. Hardly see Lorna and I live with the chick! Sam is probably still saying goodbye to his folks down in Kentucky (naw, serious BIG family there), everyone else I practically know just from clubbin' and their not the kind of people you just ring up and catch a movie with. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking Lon-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey....
(OOC: No MUCK=No Logs. Hope everyone had a groovy holiday section of time and that the rush back to RL didn't kill anyone; if you too are in withdrawls and care to seek out some RP, you can find me on AIM and MSN. Ciao.)
See, I don't know about anyone else, but I like to make sure my holiday season is damned good and incoherent. If I have any serious thought processes 'sides 'Where did I leave my shoes?', there's just something wrong. Mostly, and yeah, I'll admit this stupid Dr. Phil inner feeling crap, I hate this time of year because everyone else in the frikkin' world gets some sort of family thingie, like belonging and welcome and caring and crap and me? I got a lasagna pan from my old man one year. I was ten. He didn't give it out of love, he gave it because he was hungry and busted the last one smacking me around. I wanted a fucking Barbie. So yeah, I'm fucking bitter AND you can bite me, package deal.
Since no major bombing were reported in the past few weeks and I'm not in jail for any reason, I guess it was a good start to my year, huh? Working for whoever I worked for like I'm telling you actually made me think about going legit somehow, running a security service, using my powers for goo, not awesome and living a stable, normal life for a change instead of instinctually ducking when I hear a siren outside. Yeah, thought about it, then laughed so hard I peed my pants. Like THAT was ever going to happen. Hey, maybe when I become a huge rockstar, then I'll stop helping Manny strip cars down or fencing rolexs to this guy I know on the Westside. Legit, heh.
So I go out, having a kick ass time and now... no one's around. Hardly see Lorna and I live with the chick! Sam is probably still saying goodbye to his folks down in Kentucky (naw, serious BIG family there), everyone else I practically know just from clubbin' and their not the kind of people you just ring up and catch a movie with. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking Lon-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey....
(OOC: No MUCK=No Logs. Hope everyone had a groovy holiday section of time and that the rush back to RL didn't kill anyone; if you too are in withdrawls and care to seek out some RP, you can find me on AIM and MSN. Ciao.)