I should really write a book about this place. Don't know how compelling that'd make for a read, but...

Yeah. I'm open to suggestions.

Current Mood: pensive

Oh the dragons balls were blazin' as I stepped into his cave,
Then I sliced his fuckin' cockles,
With a long and shiney blade!
'Twas I who fucked the dragon,
Fuckalize sing-fuckaloo!
And if you try to fuck with me,
Then I shall fuck you too!
Gotta get it on in the party zone!
I gots to shoot a load in the party zone!
Gotta lick a toad in the party zone!
Gotta suck a chode in the party zone!

Current Mood: amused

[Locked to Daisy//unhackable]

Miss Adair, I would be tickled pink if'n you were to say that you aren't busy tonight.

[/locked to Daisy//unhackable]

Current Mood: relaxed

For George
For Arion
For Daisy
For Dwayne

Ho ho ho.

Current Mood: content

I was weak. I was weak, and I needed him. I needed to be punished.

You were always number one, and I was second best. Always always always ALWAYS-

It's all my fault, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have killed myself when I had the chance. When I should have. But I couldn't. I was afraid, and now I'm paying for it.

Get AWAY from me.

John.

Get away...please, I'm sorry, just don't touch me.

John.

Salt salt don't touch me with your salty hands get away-

John.

Snap out of it. Snap out of it.

Johnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohn, get the fuck back here, John, and take your story back. Now, damnit. NOW.

Shut up, Rainey, shut UP.

Sodom is burning and we're running.

GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY-

But what happens if we look back?

((Here be spoilers from the short story.))

Current Mood: morose

...Right. Time to go home.

...

Not literally, of course. I'm not that lucky. No, back to my shit apartment where my shit turkey sandwich is waiting to be made and my shit couch is awaiting my joyous return. Ain't this the life. I'm almost tempted to start going over that brochure the staff gave me before I left. "DID AND YOU! LEARN HOW TO COPE IN TEN EASY STEPS!" is suuuuure a good read. A coming of age story, rather. Compelling says the New York Times. Riveting says People. It will leave you breathless and astounded. I can hardly wait to start.

Oh. Is there another curse today? That's nice.

((Back from the hospital and heavily sedated with medication. Woo.))

Current Mood: blank

Fuck. Fuck her.

She says she loves him. She loves him.

What would she know about love? A woman who would steal your love when that's all you really have to give isn't even much of a woman. Where have I heard THAT before, I wonder? And a man that would steal another man's woman is a spineless thief.

He doesn't deserve to live. She doesn't deserve to live.

I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill them.

((Strikeouts not visible. He's currently reliving the memory of finding Amy and Ted together in the motel room.))

Current Mood: enraged

Jaw's not completely healed, but it looks like I don't have to use the notebook anymore. Hope Dwayne doesn't bitch me out too bad.

For the record? Hospital food sucks. Horribly.

((Will reply back after school. THE RETURN.))

Current Mood: bored

You know, this curse really isn't that bad. My memories are intact, thankfully. Just wish I could talk; my hand's cramping up from all this writing. Not fun. Still, if it made some stupid latchkey kid BAAAAAAAW, then fuck it. Cramps, I love you; you make me feel all warm and gushy inside that, despite my loss of mouth use, I still have my writing. Rock on.

Oh, if anyone has seen a little girl and a boy wandering around, it'd be much appreciated if you could alert me. Seriously. If they've caused any trouble for you, blame her. She let them out. I was just an innocent bystander.

Current Mood: sore

[Voice Post]

whuh...whuuuuhttt...nghhhh...

((Comment log for anyone currently in #310.))

Current Mood: injured

[Voice Post]

Awful nice month, November. Weather's jus' how I like it, an' the food's jus' how food's supposed to be made. Think we might have a chance at a proper Thanksgiving this year?

Oh, an' Miss Lass; you never told me you had such a purty friend. She really livin' with you?

Current Mood: happy

Oh, wow. The fabled tribe of the Crazy Folks seems to have migrated into the City. Joy.

Um...

So, is this a curse or what?

Current Mood: nervous

[Voice Post]

*crunching, sound of wrappers crackling*

((Is currently sitting on his couch, eating candy from a big ol' bowl and wearing this. Um...trick or treat commentspam? Will tag back at around 7:30EST. BACK.))

Current Mood: bored

...Right. Right. If you'll excuse me, I've got a date with a couch and a pillow. I'm thinking of waking up in...what? The next five to ten years? Give or take.

Current Mood: stressed

When the hell is this going to end? I suppose now would be a bad time to ask for a band-aid, huh.

Current Mood: sore

Oh, so I'm a witch now? I'm a fucking witch?

Is this the part where I piss my pants and start begging for mercy? Or go quietly like a good little boy?

Told you once, told you twice. I don't like being threatened. If you want me, then come and get me. I don't care if I die in this apartment, but I'm not leaving.

Current Mood: pissed off

*is currently whistling "Oh Susannah", walking through the Square with a cooler of...poisoned Kool-Aid.

Blame George.*

((Signal triggered an emergence from Shooter. He'll be friendly enough if you decide to chat with him, but anything else? Uh...watch out. He has a screwdriver.))

Current Mood: okay

Well, gosh, it sure is a wonderful day today! I'd really like to get out and get some fresh air, but you know what? I have to finish cleaning up this place first. My fault for putting it off for so long, I suppose. Gotta get rid of these cigaretts and pick up some gum later, too.

((Affected. Oh so affected. When the signal goes out tonight, Shooter will take over.))

Current Mood: cheerful

When I woke up from my afternoon nap yesterday to get a snack, there was an ear in my potato chip bag. Do I even want to know what happened?

Things around here are getting kind of violent; I'm guessing this is supposed to be our Halloween gift or something, but really, we can make due without the blood and guts. I'll take candy rather than gore any day, thanks.

Current Mood: sleepy