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28th-May-2008 04:40 pm - 091 + I could say that I want to die by your side one day, but I could never speak the words
look up to
This is my third run to the grocery stores on the upper level. Where does it all go?

Tch... I'm going to order down tonight, I think.

As a reference to come back to, Farfarello... when you feel better, you're making dinner for me. A couple nights in a row. And I'm not helping.

Well, perhaps a little.


I've purchased supplies for a puppet. I must figure a way to make the wig... hmm...
28th-Apr-2008 07:10 am - 080 + Your cruel device, your blood, like ice. One look could kill. My pain, your thrill...
devil's angel
It baffles me how much corn, potatoes and cabbages, are put to use in this house. Really. But, if it means there's no rats in the happy-drinks... Cabbage, I don't mind. I like pickled cabbage. Corn and potatoes? Not so much.

Oh, unless it's those little tiny midget corns that come in Asian food. Because I love those. Especially deep-fried. They're very good dipped in teriyaki sauce.

In the name of science, I have decided to try and figure out just how many things are good dipped in chocolate sauce. The results are not for the faint of stomach. I haven't started yet, but some of the ideas I'm getting are pretty gross.


SOLDIER
I need someone to help test my new security ideas. Step right up, don't be shy.
7th-Apr-2008 06:29 pm - 070 + ...by falling in love with him. I complicated our lives, now I'm losing my only friend...
crooked thoughts
Private: Semi-hackable; see note )


I'd like to make a general announcement.

The next person to use sparkles, sing, use huge text without a cut, use blindingly colorful text without a cut, or to be disgustingly happy to the point where it seems to smack viewers in the eyeball... I'm going to stab you.

I mean it. Stab. You. Somewhere nasty. Like in the pancreas - painful organ, that. This is the final warning. If you wake up one morning and see a midget redhead staring in your window, you so had it coming to you.

End of announcement.



Oh, wait, one more.

Everyone, be really, really careful about the food Farfarello gives you. You never know what the hell is in it. Jerk. The Irish Gold has been declared safe for now, but the brownies? Not so much.
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