You know what? I'm gonna write the fuckin' musical. Just to spite you all.

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Long weekend. Yus. Seventy-two hours of doing nothing, it was blissful. I bought a Phantom of the Opera soundtrack for, like, fifty bucks. Expensey but ahh fuckit, good musical and two CDs goddamnit shuddup ( Read more... )

Ever feel like you just suck? Yeah. I hate me.

I'm boring... and... yeah...

I hate me.

Taken from somewhere. Follow the LJ cut. *shrug*

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There's this special breed of people, I'm sure you've heard their name ( Read more... )

Um... no point to it really. Just... lookittheprettycolours...


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Lucius was made to be a writer, it was etched into his bones, flowing through his blood. He had the natural compulsion of all born writers to express ideas and emotions through words of ink on paper. But he was, like any writer, an artist, and like any artist, it was only natural for him to dabble in different forms of art ( Read more... )