I don't know where to begin about everything going on ( Read more... )

Fucking fuck of a goddamn fucking fucker, go fuck yourself you fucking fuck ( Read more... )

It's a good night. Yes, sure, Tareque has been busy again, but it's all good. I keep myself busy as well. That's how things work ( Read more... )

I'm getting restless.

When I mentioned learning magic, I was half joking...I mean, yes, I've been interested, but...

This small mountain of books is going to be the end of me. A thief is not meant to be cooped up like this! Somebody give me a challenge, something to *do*! I'm going nuts.

I'll be...out...if anyone needs me.

Not that I can blame them in the least...

...but...

I don't think I'm too pleased with a few people right now.

Somebody teach me magic? *wink* *grin*

Someone is trying to steal what I have rightfully stolen?

*gasp*

Oh, no, simply can not be allowed.

Though, I suppose a little competition keeps the instincts honed....

The first time I met Tareque, he told me I could be so much more than I am. That I could do more with my life than what I was doing ( Read more... )

Someone painted glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of the basement. The paint matches perfectly, so you can't see it at all unless you go down there with the lights off. I know this, because I usually slip down there in the mornings and don't bother turning on any lights but the ones in the weight room ( Read more... )

Someone like me should never be this content.

Not that I'm complaining.