Reposted to not lead you to my personal journal. Also, please note: This was originally posted in 2004. The spelling, grammar, and punctuation sucks. I'll get around to editing it soon, but for right now just accept my apologies to the abuse of language.

( My thoughts on Bobby )

Who: Bobby
When: Early Wednesday Morning.
What: Diary Entry
Warnings: Length, some language

( He doesn't have to imagine, he knows )

Tired and hot don't begin to cover my current state.

There's this constant low level drain just from being here. I swear to god, I think I'd make a joke about melting if it wasn't so fucking close to true. It's insanely hot here for everyone of course, but as much as I hate to fall into that self pity thing, I'm fucking Iceman. I do not belong ( Read more... )

Who: Robert Louis Drake
When: After his talk with Grace.

( The numbing cold and frozen crystal clarity of ice )

[Private]

I have not the faintest idea what happened last night.

Or why. Or what he meant. Or what it meant.

When in doubt, grin, throw a party and flirt.

With a girl. Hell, with everyone. Then again I have to make sure no one takes that too seriously. But if they do at least it's my fault they don't like me. Besides if I stop flirting and ( Read more... )

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