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Location: A bench on Ophara near the park
For: Anyone
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I haven't written in this in ages. I'm terrible at keeping up with a diary these days. And there really is just so much I want to write down to get out of my head. But let's face it, my journal is practically like publishing a public pamphlet on the life and times of Ianto Jones. Everyone reads it. But I am feeling very...discontent.
I went to see my parents earlier. To talk to them about Jack getting their approval for us to get married. That went...interestingly. And the Doctor insisted on going clubbing to pick up aliens...apparently. We ran into...well, a genetically engineered being made for the sex industry. According to the Doctor, there are whole resorts just dedicated to sex. Pleasure holidays centered around high quality orgasms. I'm not sure I believe him though. I think he might've been trying to get in my pants though. Or well, something.
I don't know why I feel this way right now. I just want more.
For: Anyone
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I haven't written in this in ages. I'm terrible at keeping up with a diary these days. And there really is just so much I want to write down to get out of my head. But let's face it, my journal is practically like publishing a public pamphlet on the life and times of Ianto Jones. Everyone reads it. But I am feeling very...discontent.
I went to see my parents earlier. To talk to them about Jack getting their approval for us to get married. That went...interestingly. And the Doctor insisted on going clubbing to pick up aliens...apparently. We ran into...well, a genetically engineered being made for the sex industry. According to the Doctor, there are whole resorts just dedicated to sex. Pleasure holidays centered around high quality orgasms. I'm not sure I believe him though. I think he might've been trying to get in my pants though. Or well, something.
I don't know why I feel this way right now. I just want more.