Oh, God. Help me.

((OOC: In this journal entry, the posts should be screened, but they won't really for our amusement))

The one I'm talking to will know who I'm talking to.

I want to protect you, and if the only way I can do that is by staying away from you, I will.

I'm so sorry.

And I screened this entry if you want to reply.

Just to see how Johnny reacts:

You know I can read thoughts, don't you? Even when drunk.

"That was your fault. Oh, imagine if Dan found out. Clockwork already knows. He knows everything. You can't escape that. He's like God. He knows all your sins: past, present, and future ( Read more... )

Well, all I'm saying is, if I ever get Johnny drunk again, I'm making sure I have 'Spaghetti Punk' tattooed to his ass.

Now excuse me while I go try to get rid of this hangover.
Damn this sucks.

((OOC: This will include mad gay threesome sexx0rz ( Read more... )

Hmm...
Well, that certainly was a bittersweet dream.

Well, I was tired of my old layout, so I changed it ( Read more... )

Freakshow had been attempting all day to create coins with his metal melding techniques, but there woud always be a defect.
He sighed. "I suppose I'll have to ask Desiree for THAT too... I'll just work on it more later..." He then made sure his clothes still looked nice before heading off to Desiree's house.
He knocked on the door.

Okay, so apparently I lost a bet to Dan (long story, dun ask ( Read more... )