Ali's furious at me. And I've somehow caused a rift between her and De. I don't know what I did. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know anything, right now ( Read more... )

Well, in the middle of developing a mood theme for Richard here, I had to stop and make this:

( Cut to save Ali's friendslist... )

I'm tired and I hurt and Ali is too good at massages.

Bloody hell. I don't need this. First the creeps, and now Jessica...

Ali and the others are coming home tonight. I thought I'd cook for them. De? Want to help?

I got an education on sex from a ten-year-old girl. Is there something wrong with this picture? I certainly wasn't aware of the alien parasites.

Has anyone seen Izzy? She got out of my room. I've searched everywhere, but...

I think I threatened Hunter. It... felt good, kind of. But not really.

He... I... And Ali says that...

I can't handle this.

How could he just leave like that?

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