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[Oct. 4th, 2009 → 03:09 am] |
I'm positive that watching that damn show the other night broke the lady in head-residence, which should have made for a nice vacation the last few days, but it's a little fucking weird. Who would have guessed?
From the depths of bored work emails:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences. Pedro coughed, ominously. "The next person who says anything. Anything at all. Is dead." → Good Omens, Pratchett & Gaiman.
Technically four, but what the fuck ever.
edit: Spoilers within for you people who save up your TV. Don't cry to me if you read and get fucking spoiled. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2009 → 06:40 pm] |
Have to say, taking vacation was great for the break from work and for being too damn busy to be on here watching people nearly dying online. I don't know about the rest of you, but the fucking computer is the last thing I want to see when I feel like I'm dying, let alone might actually be ready to kick the bucket. Too bad it's back to the grind on Monday.
So, attention all party animals, those celebrating still being alive and anyone with the hidden desire to let loose for the night: a wild stretch of drunken shenanigans tonight and likely tomorrow, yes/yes?
If you know my number, call it for the where and when. If you don't and you're not the reincarnation of a fucking crazy ass demon who can't let go of the past or a similar crazy-making asshole that isn't under body-owner control, you're welcome too, just gimme a number to call. The world is ours for the taking - figuratively speaking - with the insta-transport.
[ MOLLY ] How goes things in the land of Control John Or Be A Willing Kidnapee For Even Longer?
Come out with us. Lesbian can even come when we hit Dallas for a stop and we'll promise not to talk about the voices in our head and offend his delicate sensibilities.
[ CHRISTIAN SHEFFIELD ] So, I've been staring at the email you sent awhile back, one that I'll admit I didn't give much of a damn about before. And as far as I saw it, this war wasn't something that had any fucking relevance to my life and Miss Mary, well, she's the case in point for getting the fuck out of a life where people die around her regularly.
Now, no one I know died in the last week and the one person who has, that I had any connection to, was one of these one-on-one crazy real-life remakes of past lives, so the relevance is still lacking, but... this illness, is it just the first of shit to come? |
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[Sep. 6th, 2009 → 04:18 am] |
I have vacation time coming to me next week and weekend, who's in for a few nights of drinking and crazy ass shenanigans?
And by crazy, I do actually mean the fun, endearing kind of crazy, not the "the voice in my head tells me I want to kill you" crazy, just so we are perfectly clear here.
[ DITA ] Have I ever told you that I fucking hate when there's a very - mind you, I said very - small possibility that you were right about something that I previous said you were wrong about? |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2009 → 12:03 am] |
I go and have a fucking offline life for three days and the crazies among the crazy show up. Fan-fucking-tastic.
My life still ranks first, goddammit, I was in this body first, long before this bullshit started.
[ TANYA ] I get that there are several levels of crazy and weird about this, not limited just to the fact you don't know me and your head-voice is the illegitimate son of the man my head-voice is married to, but that's not really tripping Mary up right now in her quest to freak the fuck out about your safety.
Because you're not safe. At all. So where the hell are you and can you get to Indianapolis now? |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009 → 01:44 am] |
Mary is a Mother I'd (really) Like to Fuck!
This message was brought to you by the letters W, A, T, E and R. No, boys and girls, I didn't heed the warnings. Life should be an adventure, which is why I'm saving the rest of this shit for a rainy day.
Today's question: How many of you have the hots for the voices in your head? |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009 → 01:04 am] |
Good evening, people harboring extra personalities in their skulls. I come in peace.
The name's Dave, I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, and I'm possessed by the spirit of Mary Winchester. That's not the Agency party line, that's what Mary's decided this is. Me, I wonder if there's any damn difference between possession and reincarnation, but there you go.
I've been at the dreams, memories and voice in my head shit a few months now and she's not going away, so here I am because the bossy chick in my head wants to find her family. Front and center if you're saddled with anyone who knows the name Mary Winchester.
One thing I want to know - is the opposite gender fuck-up common? Or did some wires get crossed somewhere and one of you was meant to have her? |
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