immune_to_life
Feb 16, 2009 06:44
I am not a woman, Badou; I don't need gifts.
But looking at this... You ate some of them didn't you!? Is this a damn joke?
You're a real piece of work.
somewhat flattered,
terrible,
gift
immune_to_life
Feb 10, 2009 20:44
[Private/Badou-proof]
I move in with him and the curfew comes in motion. Lady Luck won't spare a smile, huh...? What do I talk to him about all day? I am not going to.
immune_to_life
Jan 15, 2009 21:20
[Private to self / Hackable.]
This city is suffocating me, unknown pressure is always lurking in the peripheral vision. Is it me or them? Leaving... will it alleviate this feeling? Can I get out? It sounds real superstitious, but I got a sense that I can't.
immune_to_life
Jan 07, 2009 09:51
Getting tired of kids stealing my stuff from the clothes line.
immune_to_life
Dec 18, 2008 08:06
[private to Badou :: voice ]
Get this. The Italian mob could not scout out my loved ones so they went ahead and did something really dumb: they sent me a severed limb of some poor fool I don't know.
I guess they'll hit this place up next. I was thinking and... I'm not moving out.
immune_to_life
Dec 11, 2008 23:54
I hadn't been punctured with lead since this began.
The permanent camouflage... I can't convince myself to be thankful for it.
wraith,
mini event
immune_to_life
Dec 02, 2008 13:24
He didn't call. The imparctical fool will manage to be late to his own funeral.
He could not want to talk; I don't know what he's thinking, I don't care.
I need to get out more- take a walk. Yeah, I'll do that right now.
Asshole...
private to self