Seriously did I enter the twilight zone? Because I only understand about one word in ten you freaks are using.

Don't make me crack open a can of moonspeak on yo butts.

Pity da foo'.

[Added a little later]

Seriously, can anyone write normally? Like, anyone? Code, please tell me you can translate some of this gobbledy gook.

And don't tell me here if you're going to take ten pages to answer "yes" or "no".

Dear Tree,

I think we're on nickname basis by now, yes? You don't mind if I call you Tree, right? I mean, with the way you treat us like your bitches, I think the whole formality thing is pretty moot.

So, right, on topic. Thanks for the shiny, but really, what's with your recent obsession with clothing? Gothic Lolita? Togas? Sailor uniforms?

Can I at least have my goddamn underwear back?

No fucking love,

Evil Overlord

P.S. Sky, Cross, I got one of the mystical sparklestones. One of you two wanna hold my hand while I follow the white rabbit? Want said it's a good idea to only use these when you have someone there.

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))