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Shizuko
Sept 14, 2006 19:27:14 GMT -5
Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 14, 2006 19:27:14 GMT -5
Me: Yes...as you may know, I have some weirdo software on my computer that makes me get off at set times and doesn't let me on certain pages because of their content...blah. The weather's perfect over here, thank heavens.
Finnian: *pokes leg* Hush...trying to sleep...
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Shizuko
Sept 14, 2006 19:36:01 GMT -5
Post by TemptingtoDream on Sept 14, 2006 19:36:01 GMT -5
Me: *dead*
Shizuko: Ugh...I might as well leave....
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Shizuko
Sept 18, 2006 16:20:32 GMT -5
Post by Bloody Kiss on Sept 18, 2006 16:20:32 GMT -5
RikI: Ooh... I was getting to the good part about how I once chopped this guys head off and filled it... *rambles on about horribly gory stories*
Me: Once you will know my dear..You dont have to fear! Untill the end of time..Untill the end of time..She goes her way..
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Shizuko
Sept 18, 2006 16:28:51 GMT -5
Post by TemptingtoDream on Sept 18, 2006 16:28:51 GMT -5
Me: *Wakes up* I'm alive again!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!
Shizuko: Oh great...the dee dee dee is awake again.......
Me: Hey!!!!!
Shizuko: hmph* *sigh*
Me: Criss Angel!!!!!!<333333333333333
Criss: Woah......
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Shizuko
Sept 18, 2006 16:36:04 GMT -5
Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 18, 2006 16:36:04 GMT -5
Aubrey: *clears throat*Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Me: Woah...Poe...
Finnian: *blinks* COOLIO! Now, do the "Tell-Tale Heart"!
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Shizuko
Sept 18, 2006 16:39:31 GMT -5
Post by TemptingtoDream on Sept 18, 2006 16:39:31 GMT -5
Me: What the heck?  Shizuko: You mean he- Me: I said no swearing!! |
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Shizuko
Sept 18, 2006 16:42:57 GMT -5
Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 18, 2006 16:42:57 GMT -5
Aubrey: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
Me: That's from the Raven...my absolute favorite poem...
Finnian: Right-o...watch your mouth, missy...
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