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| 01:41am 15/10/2005 |
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Well okay, so it's not a new guitarist, but a temping guitarist is better than no guitarist and there are too many gigs coming up in the next few weeks and months to cancel, so I suppose it can't be helped. And Josh is a damn good guitarist.
I just have to make sure to keep the fanservice stuff down somewhat. I mean...well, shit, I can see the headlines now "Singer molests minor on stage", yeah...just add child pornogoraphy to my list of bad things I've done and I'll be done for the day.
I'm so fucking tired. There's been so much to sort and do and I can't believe how amazing Lysis has been looking after the kid-dragon. The only shit side of all this is I'm going to have to go back to relaying on Suishou to keep an eye on me when I sleep, and I'm way over-due real rest, as much as I hate it.
And sorry if I'm cynical toward this "he'll come back" shit. It's fine, honestly. I've heard all the theories I wanna hear like he was sick, he was stressed, he needed air, he's stressed. I could give a damn. Sad fact, he's like everyone else that's swept in, acted like they're going to stick around and give a damn, and fucked off again. So yeah, I'm not ready to welcome anyone back with open arms, because right now getting drunk and getting fucked seem pretty inviting after the week I've been having. |
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| 05:46pm 11/10/2005 |
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mood:  indescribable
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I know now, he won't come back.
That's fine. I just have to find a new guitarist. I can do that no problem. I won't let shit like this pull me down and stop me doing what I need to do.
I named the baby, at last. He's a red dragon, so I named him Seraph, a little fiery serpent.
I know, he's not coming back, but I have my soulmate, and my two children who I will never stop loving. I can't do anything now but accept, be bitter, and heal. That is the way it has always been, always will be. That is life. |
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| 01:02am 14/09/2005 |
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mood:  anxious
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I noticed this morning, that the baby is really sick. Really fucking sick. And I don't know what the fuck to do about it. There's no-one fucking here. How do I look after a sick baby dragon with a serious illness of some kind?
Lucius came by and gave him something, so his breathing is easier now, but he's still not right at all. I'm scared. Really fucking scared. I don't want to lose my second son, I don't want to ever lose any of my boys. |
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| 12:13pm 13/09/2005 |
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mood:  groggy
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...someone bit me last night. I hardly remember it because I was a little drunk, but I know someone bit me and they ain't no dragon teeth. |
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| 06:39pm 30/07/2005 |
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mood: distressed
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I'm a general down. Not just any general either, my fucking first general, the least of the three I'd expect to be down and out for a lengthy period of time.
Suishou, you stupid old man, why didn't you say anything? Why do you have to be so goddamn STUBBORN. Every damn time. Are we just not worth confiding in or something?
Jesus...if you have permanent damage I'll kill you. |
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| 01:23pm 26/07/2005 |
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mood:  surprised
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Somehow along the lines, I seemed to have picked up an older brother. Clearly, not a biological older brother because that would be creepy, but an older brother none the less.
And, with all good siblings, I hate him. How's that for a turn out. |
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| 05:51pm 23/07/2005 |
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mood:  calm
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I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're reaching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when I'm all soft inside
I see the truth, when I'm all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
How very little there is left of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces |
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| 08:34am 22/07/2005 |
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The only thing better than being able to punch someone you hate, is punching someone you like when they're talking some real shit.
I don't get how some people can just obviously be wonderful people, in so many ways, but they think they're second best or something. Second best to what, exactly? Something not happening? That's stupid, how can you be jealous or feel second best to something without existence?
So yeah, the only thing better that punching someone you hate is someone you love when they're being stupid. And if need be, I'd do it again. Especially because I hate Angelo... Yeah... What? |
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| 01:00pm 08/07/2005 |
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This soul is looking chubby...maybe he's going to take after his dad... >3 |
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| 01:53am 30/06/2005 |
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mood:  nauseated
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Yeah, I'm back.
No, I'm not going back to Mnemosynis for a while.
No, I don't care about my problems right now.
Yes...I'm worried about my boys.
Yes, I'm going to bed. |
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| 11:28pm 20/06/2005 |
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mood:  restless
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I need to fucking go on tour again. |
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| 02:25pm 18/06/2005 |
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mood:  shocked
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Damn, I'm so fucking good. I have a happy purring dragon curled up in my bed. This makes me happy.
And someone please be so kind as to tell me, is there a hole in the whatever big box keeps souls or something? Because...shit, there are lots of souls floating around lately... Like the one on my head... which Lahatiel tried to smack with a random baseball bat... God damn...
Well...shit. What exactly do you say when you wake up to something like that? |
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| 08:53am 05/06/2005 |
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mood:  bouncy
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...need to gossip...rising...God damn it, where is my boy? I know he won't care but...STILL! XO |
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| 09:11am 23/05/2005 |
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mood:  thoughtful
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Ka'line is still on, oh the fun that is. I wish I could gossip about it, but still...have to wait until it's all over.
Lucius remembers everything now. About the kid and all. He's...actually considerably...okay. Well, not anyways. I think it's time with the Memory Keepers that is doing it. He's a lot better than I was expecting him to be. But apparently during the "remembering" it wasn't a fun thing but...that's how it goes.
It's better he's there than here for now I guess. Angelo seems to be taking care of him...or something. Not that I like Angelo or anything, in fact I think he's a dick but...whatever. It's not my call to question who Lucius spends his time with usually.
But you know...I wish I could-- actually. Yeah. Nevermind. That is really not my place to talk about it. Hm...
Whatever.
Someone end Ka'line already, it's starting to drag. |
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| 10:05pm 21/05/2005 |
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mood:  silly
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I stole my boy's boxers and they're sexy~ X)
I'd talk about Ka'line, but until it's over, I can't X3;;
Clearly though, I'm okay ^_~ |
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| 06:08pm 01/04/2005 |
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mood:  sore
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Heal plz. |
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| 08:58pm 27/03/2005 |
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mood:  content
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I hereby proclaim this day to be~ Gossip Day! A happy time for people to share stuff around people most likely wouldn't want to be!
It's a good day, I'm a happy shadow keeper. |
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| 02:46pm 18/03/2005 |
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mood:  happy
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You know something... I have a wonderful brat of a husband, a hyperactive little jerk for a son, a grumpy asshole for a close friend, a puffball for a hotwater bottle, and a stupidly naive soulmate.
So, considering the past I had I'm pretty damn content, and fuck all those little assholes who think that being happy is so overrated and not cool because you're little retards. Just...either kill yourself and save me the trouble, or screw off and smile for once. God damn. |
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