Journal~02.07.1979: journey into my psyche

Apr 11, 2009 00:30

Last night I had the worst dream I have ever had.  It started out with me and my mother walking down the street.  I was really small, about six years old.  Mom was taking me to the zoo.  Then, out of nowhere, the Comedian, that bastard, shows up.  And I start to call him "Daddy"!  He acts like he is my father!  And Mom is playing along ( Read more... )

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king_iskander April 11 2009, 16:15:50 UTC
Sadly, none of my interns are named Mr. Sparkles.

I suggest you don't drink before bed.

(ooc: DYING. DYYYYIIIING. XDDDD )

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gila_flats April 11 2009, 16:35:31 UTC
Are you alright, Laurie? I've noticed you haven't been sleeping well recently.

(OOC: Karl was so adorable lol. Did you save that chat thing?)

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sallyspectre April 11 2009, 18:41:54 UTC
Jesus, Laurie, what kind of scotch did you drink?

(OOC: LOLOLOLOLOL XD)

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missjuspeczyk April 13 2009, 00:43:52 UTC
Oh, I dunno...six? Eight maybe? It was a rough day. I found another wrinkle...

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vialextalionis April 11 2009, 19:33:01 UTC
Will agree with others here. Alcoholism is hereditary. Suggest you stay away from it for as long as possible - already have enough working against you. Obviously it does nothing for you.

(ooc: dear christ, the CRACK XD)

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niteowl_i April 12 2009, 03:38:41 UTC
What a dream, Laurie. But scotch will do that to you.

(ooc: Omg lmao. Best chat evar.)

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