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Jun. 29th, 2009 12:31 pm
Ask not what you can do for your company. Ask what's for lunch.
Off to Chicago. Won't be back till Monday.

Hilarious

May. 9th, 2008 07:53 pm
It's close to 8pm and I've just put my tux on and I kind of just realized I've got no fucking idea what I'm supposed to do next. Do I pick her up? Or does she pick me up? Do I meet her there? Or do I... Fuck it. I'm going to stay put until lil' miss Janet returns my call. There's always the chance that she might just forget about the whole thing. One can hope. In the meantime -- is there anyone online right now who hasn't somehow been suckered into attending prom night? Better still, is there anyone here willing to take my place? Apparently, my date is HOT. Like real friggin' HOT. HOT like you wouldn't believe.

Note to those of you who feel the need to laugh out loud at my expense, I'd like to state that this ultimate sacrifice, severely huge in it's selflessness, is one time only. And if I die tonight, by Janet's hands, or by my own, I'd hereby like to take the opportunity to say --

Go fuck yourself. All of you. Seriously.

Gah.

Apr. 22nd, 2008 04:01 am
4am. 4am. 4am. 4am. Cannot sleep. 4am. 4am. 4am. 4am.

This f'ckin sucks.

If only I had a plasma TV in my room... maybe a Samsung 102" Full HD PDP or the Panasonic 103" behemoth.

Road Trip!

Mar. 20th, 2008 10:54 am
Dear anyone who gives a fuck...

Getting out of Xavier's! Will be back on the 26th. Leave all important messages on my desk.

Amanda, I'm taking Angelo with me. No, no, we won't get into too much trouble in Texas. I'll make sure he doesn't call you.

And last but not least, Nathan, thanks for giving us the week off?
Resolutions

-- make attempts to quit smoking. I would suggest you learn to tolerate my temper which will increase by a tenfold this year.

-- drink more

-- work less

-- misuse and abuse powers (ie: have fun)

-- move out of Xavier's

-- live fast, die young

-- apply for admission to NYU's master's degree prog. crap

-- get Nathan to pay for NYU's master's degree prog. crap Done! See how well I'm doing?
Entertain me.


Public Service Announcement

This post is rated R for vulgar language. Forge, you can now proceed to add a goddamn filter for those PG-13 fuckers.
Dear stupid-journal-system,

If only it were cool to write in you all the friggin' time, I'd do so more often.
Spent most of yesterday in Salem playing FFXII. The battle system's shit great and all but it was retarded the way we had one person going, "RUN MOFO RUN!" and another person going, "ATTACK! ATTACK! NO! WAIT! HP LEVEL! CURE! ATTACK!" and then well, whaddaya know, there was me trying to work the damn controls with two bastards screaming right next to me the entire fucking time. Jesus.
on the floor
traveling roaches
flames

clear paths
the sweeping
of bottles

strangers
XY walking like XX
vice versa

w.t.f?
Oh c'mon.

I couldn't have been the only one who slept through Saturday.
The only thing missing in this suite is a 42" flat screen tv. What gives? Other than that, a guy could get used to living like this.

...would room service be available by any chance?

Back. Again.
Looks like my roomie managed to charm his way back with the witch - they've been shut up for a couple of hours now in his room and there hasn't been any explosions. Yay for romance. Think I'm going to go puke now...
I got some mail from one of the local colleges. Seems they're willing to take me on as a late enrollment. If I get my act together, I could be starting classes there at the end of summer.

Imagine, Mama Allerdyce's no-good boy going to college...

Fuck, I have to pick classes. *wanders off to go through various brochures*
That's the last of the goo. Yes, Angelo, it burns well, if you get the flame hot enough. The quarry's clean - well, as clean as quarries get.
A decent fight in this place and I'm doing fucking college interviews.
Because yesterday I ran into a naked Spaniard in the kitchen. Not that I mind, since the view was so very good, but it's going to play hell with the hormones around here if it becomes the thing.
So a bunch of you idiot kids went out and got drunk and got caught. What the fuck did you expect? You live in a school with telepaths, for Christ's sake. But instead of accepting what's a fucking lenient punishment, you have to do the prima donna act and threaten to leave. Well, if the place sucks that badly, go on and leave. At least the rest of us won't have to listen to your whining.

So, when do we go out and fight fires again? The last Red X mission was a blast.
Disney World closed on account of FOH terrorism.

And people tell me it isn't war.
Especially since managing to hack into the journal system to change people's user icons is something only about... six people in this place can do. And I'm discounting Doc McCoy, since getting the pictures of Colbert would involve leaving the medlab, and of our residents spooks, Jake's a Mac user *snorts*, Pete's been out of the country, and the new guy wouldn't have time, what with all he and Doc Mctaggart have been up to.

So, Doug, Kitty, which one of you was it? Don't make me come over there and find out.
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