x_marrow: (tough girl)
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x_marrow: (smirk)
For Future Reference: If you address mail to "The monster who moved out of the basement", even if you have the address right, you should make sure to write "C/O Snow Valley blahblahblah" or it will not get delivered. Until much later. Like weeks later.

Apparently Jono is on tour with a guitar and a yard gnome. He sends his regards.
x_marrow: (relaxed)
Logan, there are a pair of your jeans here from ages ago. If you don't come get them, I will take it upon myself to glue ruffles and little black bows on them, and them mail them back. You will be able to hear my cackling from the mansion.

...Wait. Who the hell are all you people anyway?


Oct. 29th, 2008 03:11 pm
x_marrow: (tough girl)
I just spent four days willing the bones to come out faster. Now I can't be bothered to make them stop. This is officially my call for old clothes that people do not mind being destroyed by the human fucking pincushion.
x_marrow: (on edge)
Remember children, there really are ghosts. And occasionally, they swan right back into your life.

PS: The medlab here seems to have forgotten how a healing factor works. They're holding me captive without cigarettes. Send help.
x_marrow: (on edge)
Up until a short while ago, I hadn't been down to the tunnels since I left for Japan. I didn't even visit after I came back here, because I was afraid of what it might do to me. I lived there for so long, it was like a security blanket that wrapped me like a python until I couldn't breathe any more. And I kept going back. Again and again. But not this time. I stayed as far away from my tunnels as I could manage.

And then I went back, because a friend needed help. I breathed it in, rubbed the soft parts of my hands pink against the walls, and saw the dark corners where I used to hide. I went back. But then, I left. I left the bones behind, and I didn't feel guilty about it.

Quick! Somebody go look up progress before I relapse.
x_marrow: (Default)
Is it Friday already? I seem to have just gone and lost a week. Possibly I blocked it.

However, today is also February 15th, that important day where all the goodies that did not find themselves playing a part yesterday's plot to get the world laid find themselves on the sale shelves.

Welcome to Half-Price Chocolate Day, fuckers.

Well damn.

Mar. 10th, 2007 10:24 am
x_marrow: (Default)
Anybody know where I put my "Application to be Sarah's 'special friend'"? It's been a while, and I don't remember where I filed it. I didn't think to file it under "When the last one finally realizes he's madly in love with someone else."
x_marrow: (take me out)
First on the agenda:

Get trashed somewhere that is not my own apartment, my friends' or coworkers' apartments in my own apartment building, a hallway in my own apartment building, or the rec room in my own apartment building. Did I miss anywhere?
x_marrow: (worried)
Damned bastards and their organ farms.

Helping pick a fight moments after being rescued was probably not my brightest idea yet, but damn do I feel better. Mentally. Physically, I'm not sure there's enough painkillers in the world to make ever moving again a good thing.

So, here I am. Back in New York (again) with nothing to show from the time I was away but some scars. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a bed and sleep for a few days.
x_marrow: (Default)
A year and a half later, I'm finally leaving. And there will be no rescue missions to bring me back this time. Dead or no, I'm not coming back to live in this house.

Don't worry, I'll make sure the door doesn't hit my ass on the way out.
x_marrow: (Default)
I am leaving here come the end of the week. Yes, I'm packing my notebooks and going away. I'm sure you all will survive without me.

Anything else?
x_marrow: (Default)
That's it. Next year, Halloween is cancelled.
x_marrow: (Default)
I got an email from Shinobi today. He says he's staying in Japan; he likes it there. I guess I'm really not all that surprised.

Excuse me while I go take it out on something inanimate.
x_marrow: (dark)
Oscar and I are going to be outside for a while if anybody needs us. Yeah, funny, I know.
x_marrow: (cigarette time.)
In case you missed it (and it's entirely possible that it's my fault that he didn't post to say goodbye before leaving for the airport this morning...let's just say he almost missed his flight.) Shinobi left this morning for a trip to Japan. It was a long overdue trip, and he needed a break, and well, there you go. I don't know if when he'll be back.
x_marrow: (cigarette time.)
Well. There went that good mood.
x_marrow: (*giggle*)
Please do ignore the muffled shrieks coming from just outside Shinobi's room. Oscar decided I wasn't clean enough.

And now if you'll excuse me I have somebody to surprise.
x_marrow: (mmm. leather.)
I've kidnapped Pretty.
We're going out to play now,
try not to miss us.
x_marrow: (come out and play.)
This is me signing up for creative writing for the fourth time. I mean, it's not like what I take really matters anyway. Might as well take something that I'll actually enjoy. And before I sign up for it and get stuck with somebody I can't stand, who's got Advanced Self Defense this time around? Seeing as we're missing our berserker and all.

Fuck, but I miss the tunnels. I could use the quiet and a nice chat with the wall.

Not to mention there's a few bodies that don't deserve to be down there with the Morlocks. I was thinking I'd torch them. Or put them in a pile for the rats. I'm sure the rats are still hanging around.
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