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[17 Mar 2010|03:22pm]
Whether it be for St. Patrick's Day or March Madness, drink it up, kids. I could use the high.

Why the fuck aren't I in Boston for this?
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[12 Mar 2010|05:56pm]
If you can't be bothered to eliminate redundancy from the form, then I can't be bothered to fill it out. Besides, it's not like anyone doesn't know I'm here.
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[26 Feb 2010|10:08pm]
As usual, something's going on and I can't seem to care. In fact, I'm not even going to ask. Isn't apathy grand?
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[14 Feb 2010|01:59pm]
Right.

Anyone who needs to get drunk today? Your first two are doubles on me.
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[25 Jan 2010|10:46pm]
Baby sister, I mean it. I am coming to visit.

When is a good time for me to drop by your charming café?
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[01 Jan 2010|02:40pm]
Still on the power high and it feels wonderful....
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[26 Dec 2009|05:48pm]
Oh, Blues. You're such a dear.
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[16 Dec 2009|01:06pm]
Dammit. I don't even like eggnog.

Fuck it.
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[24 Nov 2009|10:46am]
Sent to each and every immortal in the New York area (and Texas) )


Abby, pet, when are you leaving? Or have you already?

Also, anyone feel like joining me to do nothing on this festive occasion?
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[18 Nov 2009|04:40pm]
Okay. You got me. Something's different. I woke up feeling like hell, but now I feel just fine. Wonderful, in fact. Is today some new holiday that has you all drinking more than usual that I somehow don't know about?
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[18 Nov 2009|12:32am]
Blues, my dear. I have three clubs willing to fit you into their entertainment schedules and three others who will happily listen to an audition. I shall send details to wherever it may be that you are.
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[14 Nov 2009|05:40pm]
Everyone who's making me angry lately? Knock it off. I don't have the patience for this shit.
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[22 Oct 2009|02:08pm]
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He sent me an armadillo. He didn't forget, or ignore me, or brush it off as a joke. He actually sent one. Bastard.
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It seems I'm in need of a taxidermist.
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[03 Oct 2009|05:23pm]
I was feeling near homicidal earlier. The cold does that to me. I wanted to rip someone apart, just for the fun of it.

That's dissipated now, somewhat. Of course, if anyone accuses me of going soft I may change my mind.
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[09 Sep 2009|04:34pm]
Oh, for fuck's sake. Seriously? No, seriously?

All of you need to grow the fuck up and take responsibility for your own actions instead of hiding behind your little pseudo-mafia. You're not a family, you're a mess.

But go ahead. Keep making me happier I have nothing to do with you.

Fuck.
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[21 Aug 2009|01:30am]
It's wrong. It feels wrong.

Things are different, and for once, I'm not just talking about myself.

Fuck, I don't know, maybe I am.

It's all shifting, changing, and I don't know what or why, just that it's there.

I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.
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[10 Jul 2009|03:02pm]
I am still actually conisdering this brothel/saloon idea. To the point that I'm pondering names. I've boiled it down to these contenders:

1) Poker in the Front
2) Babes, Booze and Brawls
3) How the West Was Done
4) Téa Time
5) Saloon

Opinions?
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[24 Jun 2009|02:23pm]
You know what I miss? Saloons. Sure, Speakeasies were fabulous, but there was just something so much more honest about a good, old saloon; the unabashed gambling, violence and whoring. And, of course, the drinking.

It almost makes me want to start up an honest to goodness brothel. None of this high class escort crap, but a down home, women-in-the-parlour brothel.

Or maybe I just have too much time on my hands.
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[21 Jun 2009|08:54pm]
Don't forget to buy your dad a six pack.
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[07 Jun 2009|04:44pm]
I'm beginning to feel like I've lost the ability to drama whore. It's relatively disturbing. Perhaps I should start flexing those muscles again.
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