Exhausted... emotionally.... exhausted.

I miss you.

SO, as it sits, I've not posted on LJ in a dogs age. Apparantly, that is a notable period of time, though I couldn't tell you for sure ( Read more... )

Live Journal has informed me that my password is a trifle too simple, and that my journal may be "hijacked"... *smirk* Well, if you really wanna hijack this motherfuck. Fuckers.... here it is...

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Nosferatu.

That's right. That's the fuggin' password. Hijack on, my Jolly-Roger-waving-hearties...
-Devlin.
Shit, I did it again...

I'm a bit tipsy... three quarters of a bottle of red in me, and truly, I'm on a roll ( Read more... )

I have a real-to-life, material journal. I keep it in that black bag I sometimes carry around with me. I don't often write in it, usually due to a lack of committment where the content is concerned. I don't write in it unless I am, at that moment, feeling particularily emotional. Fair? Good ( Read more... )

This account name is "Prince Devlin ( Read more... )

My father is an angel ( Read more... )

SO. Curiousity drove me to check back on Holly's old Open Diary account. She has been busy making some rather bold claims therein, I must say. For instance, she is fabricating the terribly erroneous tale that I was still sleeping with her when I got back together with Nicole. *shakes head* Tsk tsk tsk... I have simply but to ask... Why? Why would I ( Read more... )

The job. It is a good job. It is a great job. It is easily the best job I've ever had ( Read more... )

This evening previous, we ran our first attempt at Exalted, without any grandiose ideas. We've all decided to give it a shot, the way we feel it was meant to be run. The group did well enough, though they're all obviously still getting in to character, and as such I expect little of them until the third or fourth session. Granted, this group has a ( Read more... )