Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life. Fuck my life ( Read more... )

'pparently women have evolved inta th' wolves while we men feel like freakin' lambs.

Seems like th' same kinda deal everywhere, so I won't even apologize for insultin' any chick in th' other Districts.

Th' fuck happened t'the good ol' days of jus' bein' sexy?

( Private; Hackable )

( Screened from Government personnel )

There's somethin' fucked up 'round 'ere. (An' I don't mean Blondie's wardrobe ( Read more... )

Look, shitheads.

If you can't decide who th' fuck wants th' couch or who wants t'top th' other, fine. Duke it out, kill each other for all I fuckin' care.

Jus' refrain from doin' it AT THREE FUCKIN' AM IN TH' MORNIN'.

Some of us, need the goddamn sleep.

( Private to Self; Semi-Hackable )

'Least today's gonna give my "license" some legal standin'.

Fuck. I really don't even 'member this date. Tem, you're not screwin' wit' my head righ'? My head's already fucked up by stims as it is.

An' I'm supposed t'be fuckin' dead. Who saw tha' one comin'?

...

Does this mean I get a lap dance?

[ooc; Still on hiatus, but I couldn't ( Read more... )

Four weeks since I updated this thing. Seems like five fuckin' years. An' 'pparently, a lot can happen in five years.

Now I'm officially an Uncle. Whatever th' fuck tha' means. I don't feel any different but I got a feelin' tha' this idea won't hit until I met Tem's kids. Th' fuck am I nervous for?Here's hopin' tha' I c'n get some things done ( Read more... )

Righ', so when I get down on my fuckin' knees every nigh' an' kiss th' floor, writhin' in pain from th' shit I make, y'think I en't repentin' for my sins ( Read more... )

It en't 'xactly as homey as Celo or Ceno, but fer now, Cena's gonna have t'do. 'Sides, I fin' tha' lil' things c'n actually be passed as livable if you jus' count your blessin's. Lil' things like bein' jumped everyday when you're passin' a shit-smellin' alleyway an' when you prob'bly knock out more people you normally do when they find their way ( Read more... )