It's almost over. Tomorrow is the last day of Hanukkah. Please say Jan's gift is ready by then... I've run out of usual things to fry, but I found some poptarts and... I wonder where we put the fire extinguisher...

It's nice to live in a place with heat for the winter. It would be a lot nicer if someone didn't use all the hot water in the morning ( Read more... )

It's the holidays that really make someone realize what they have, and how lucky they are.

Heh...lucky. Never thought I'd feel that way again.

Hey Gert, want to be Jews together? I'll bring the donuts.

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Stu, can I come over?

((OOC: XDD Half of Clairbourn in on hiatus, so I thought I'd post something so we look alive.))

So... I have this theory, okay? We're all here for some weird reason. I come from New York, one of those most diverse places on the planet, and I've never seen so many different kids in one fucking high school. And why the hell did I even come here? I think... no, I know, that it has to be some sort of stellar force, like a weird alignment of ( Read more... )

Through the fogged glass, I watch the snowflakes fall, pale and fragile. They coat the ground one by one, gaining an army that comes over the world like a frigid death, concealing our sins in their feathery glow. The heat of blood can melt it away, staining down to the frozen earth, like rose petals fallen on the purity of a white dress wrapped ( Read more... )

Yuffie, Jan, get your asses in gear. Let's go! The sooner I get out of this goddamn apartment, the less likely I am to go into a homicidal rage. So come on, all my shit's packed to move into our awesome new house and you're the only one with keys, Yuff.

Oh, and Jan, you had better have found some way to move furniture because your bed is mine and ( Read more... )

Your ass. My place. NOW.

Hey Jan, let's out-con some carnies. I want enough money for disgusting carnival food and to ride things until we have to hurl it back up. Oh, and I want an oversized stuffed animal with no practical uses whatsoever.

Can you accept that challenge?

Yuffie! Can we milk your dad for a house or something? Tell him you're moving in with your old friend from boarding school, he'll love that. Just me, you, and maybe that piece of shit, Jan. We can tell the old man he's my dog. What do you say?

When you put your emotions into poetry, you're only shot down by judgment, people who can't understand it when you pour your soul out to them so they deny it, they push you away, and they keep pushing until finally you... break. Their words ringing in your mind, you tear stains on a crumpled piece of paper, as useless and worn as your heart that ( Read more... )

Ah, Thanksgiving: a day where we celebrate befriending the Native Americans, only to stab them in the back repeatedly as soon as we realize we want their land. Hooray America. Let's eat some fucking turkey ( Read more... )