Things are actually going pretty well for me. Got rid of some excess baggage, got socked in the ribs, got one hell of a blowjob. It's the Christmas season, after all -- the spirit of giving and all of that bullshit. Seems the fates have decided to smile the fuck down on me finally.

Oh, and just for your personal info, Zexion and Demyx -- Marluxia's ( Read more... )

Marluxia, you're dead.

Marluxia and I are finished.

The fucking end.

Well, son of a bitch. Seems like I missed a lot while I was gone. You think you fucking know people, but no. Oh well. I've got the little blonde brat to entertain me for now. He'll prove to be amusing, enough. I like his attitude - they're always better when they're screaming for you to stop.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving, you bunch of twats. Even ( Read more... )

Hi, guys, I'm actually not dead.

D:

Rather, I've been kind of AWOL. That's not my fault. I've been trying to find out what's been going on and shit, and needless to say, I haven't figured anything out. This blows.

Anyway, about the whole Thanksgiving whatthefuckery. I don't celebrate it this time of year. I'm from different parts and all, and I ( Read more... )

Last night, I had a dream Demyx was British.

Where the hell did that come from?

P.S. I went grocery shopping. There's stuff in the fridge and cupboards. So eat or whatever. Just don't touch the lemons. Mine. Or the vodka. Also mine. 

I. 
AM.
GOING.
TO.
DIE.

Vexen, when the hell does this aphrodisiac thing wear off? It's been more than a few days and I still can't sit still goddamnit! I can't walk anymore, either!

I HATE YOUUUU.

And I wish you would die!! Repeatedly!! With sharp things sticking out of every place of your body!! ARGHDSJgl;/sdkg

Oh well, at least Marluxia is here to help ( Read more... )

Well, since I got that remedy, I feel fine.

HOORAY.

So, I can go on missions again. Somebody tell me to do something - I'm damn bored!

So, Luxord and Xaldin are out on field missions.

What the hell do we do now?

D:

I want some cookies.

Please?

:(