speeding: (Ummm // I think I skipped class that day)
Shopping list of things to take back home:

-Toaster
-Microwave (many)
-Blender
-Coffee maker
-Coffee (lots)
-Soda (many lots)
-Assorted appliances and cookware
-Hi-res flat screen (get help carrying)
-DVD player
-All the DVDs ever
-Check for game consoles, XBOX at least
-Gaaames

Note to self, try to get multiples of the appliances and stuff. In case of Dr. Boom.

PSA: Zombies are still in the tree.

speeding: (Kicked puppy look)
Um.

Yeah.

To the girl I met this morning? I'm really sorry.

Yeah, that's all really. Carry on.

No one even start okay?

speeding: (This makes my brain hurt)
Okay people, am I the only one here who is not full of existential angst and issues? What is with these dreams?

And if anyone starts writing emo poetry in these journals I am so finding them and cutting them, you got me? Yeah, as a favor so you don't have to cut yourself. I'll even post the pictures on myspace for you, I'm that nice.



Seriously though, what was up with immolation-man?



Anyone seen Ran yet?

[Added about half an hour later when Dash is feeling like less of an asshole]

Yeah, okay. Sorry. So I got bit by the "be an ass" bug.

Anyone need help? Kind of restless. Need to do something. Send me on a useless quest or something.

((OOC: Want's dream. <33))


speeding: (Facepalm // not very happy)
T.

Your subconscious is really fucked up.

Quite possibly not as fucked up as the last dream... I want to be a cheesecake is hard to top.
Okay, maybe more fucked up, but in a different way.



Now that I'm awake... Anyone seen or heard from Ran? Hell, Dino even?

Anyone?

((OOC: Dash had Throne's dream this time.))

speeding: (Green eyes // peer)
So. If you need me I'm in my fort.

On aisle 24. With the men's running shoes.

All invaders will be questioned and possibly subjected to ridicule if they do not bring approriate offerings.

Appropriate offerings include, but are not limited to, real clothes please for the love of god.

Thank you. This has been a PSA by your local evil overlord.

Or something.
speeding: (This makes my brain hurt)
Okay. So.

  • Magical journal? Check.
  • Shower has been had? Check.
  • Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
  • Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
  • Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.

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