Yeah, you got me.. you want me, leave a message.

*beep*

aint easy. Takes money, which I aint got. Takes balls, which I do got. big brass ones
running on the low in the big city now, lookin for places to hide like a rat.
it aint fun, and Im gettin hungry.

Ill find a way, I always do.

*is cleaning and cutting things up madly. Loud rather aggressive music pumping through speakers in the living room at full volume. The house isnt spotless, but it certianly is alot cleaner then it usually is, and there are fresh flowers on the dining room table ( Read more... )

Jayne is carrying an odd looking package in one arm, and a steaming hot cup of caramel mocha coffee in the other. Hes walking briskly, and is looking rather pleased with himself. He is more then open to conversation*

I saw a dog fly, tonight.
really weird goo mai pan, you know what I mean?

Got a voice mail from George. Made me feel guilty. Wonder if she'd like one of those glass things I got Rory for her b-day...

Im gonna flunk bio, and journalism... know it.

Cant wait till schools over.
Im gonna be here till Im 24, and Im still not gonna grad.

*wakes up to hair, and murmers George's name before he realizes what he's doing, then prays she didnt hear him*
*feels guilty*
*goes to make them both breakfast, unable to keep himself from humming*
*last night was *good**

*leads Chiana up to his room, clean for once*
*is thinking that this may be the last thing that he needs right now, but perfers this to his alternatives; and Chiana's a damn hot looking girl*

Dont know what happened tonight.
Dont know why I did what I did.
Dont think the money was worth it.

I need a long shower.

*stumbles in and heads right for Sheldons room*

I got the information you wanted dude, but Im doubling my price... you have *no* idea what I had to go through to get it...
*makes a face*

and Im not supposed to be drinkin, and Coriellian beer kicks like a mule, and tastes like shit.

I think there was a writer or an actor or somethin ( Read more... )