So life's not so shitty anymore save that I have heard nothing from or about Dei, but I'm not some gossipwagon, I guess he's probably okay, considering and everything's going about as well as fried eggs. I don't know. Petty, uneventful things. Anko's playing nice. I don't think Gaara and Kankurou are too big on having me around which is kind of a ( Read more... )

I'm afraid there might be some serious problem-solving in order. And by "afraid" I of course mean "epically thrilled" mostly because it looks like a way to relieve this safety-ordinance-spawned boredom that I'm getting so incredibly tired of. Look, okay, I know I'm here because I got chased out of Red but c'mon, seriously, what's home if not the ( Read more... )

So, my life sucks. Big surprise. I've got good friends and a place to sleep, and that's pretty much it, and it's kind of pissing me off. I'm bored and I'm cagey and I'm acting like an asshole and I know it, okay? When I sleep I shut up, so if you just leave me to rot it'll probably be better for you.

God, this place needs a nightclub.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck that was not supposed to happen that way, goddammit, I didn't get to contact anyone, fuck, what the shit am I going to do there is no way I'm going to get back now.

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So, yeah.

How's life for you guys?

Mine's okay, yeah, everything's fine, oh, excepting the small fact that my boyfriend has fucking disappeared and there are fucking invaders in my district. Yeah, other than that, everything's fucking peachy. Y'know, I have this great idea where we go to the Capitol and blow it the fuck up, how's that sound? ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'm looking for exactly, but I know I'm not sleeping. (Not sleeping again, I might say - it's becoming something repetitive.) I know it's two and I know he's not coming home again and I know the streets are crawling with them and I know it's been quiet down at the store. Way too quiet. Eerily, disorientatingly quiet and we're all ( Read more... )

They're either putting more guns on the streets or more bullets, and either way it's kind of freaking my shit out enough that I don't like going above ground anymore. I'm not saying I'm scared, I'm just saying they're freaking my shit out, and it's irritating because it makes me all jittery, and if you think it's hard to function around me normally ( Read more... )

Cena is not a fuckin' tourist destination.

Stop fucking around.

I almost want to learn to play an instrument. (Confusing sort of feeling, actually. Weird emotion, which can describe a lot of what I am and what life is right now, if I am and if it's anything. I don't know.) Either way, I'm stuck vaguely wondering if I'm losing the ability to perceive all people as people. I'm stuck wondering if there's something ( Read more... )