Trust is like a broken mirror. You can fix it...

Christmas time all over again, huh? Of course. Practically everyone with a mouth has been talking about it. As if we could ever fucking forget. Then the brand spanking new year comes on after. I wonder if we're going to get more world ending signs when it gets closer to New Year's Eve. I seen it happen. Who the fuck really knows.

Santa packs a punch for an old guy. Goes to show you better watch out for them.

Fuck snow. I don't believe all of u.It s snow. SO what. Is't like rain or sun or something that comes out of the sky, big fukin whoop. fuck you. Get out more. Idiotss. God

Anyway drinks. Amazing. Much better. Mmm.

What the fuck are you doing rightabout now? Bet you aren't ahveing as much fun as I am. Eat it. Eaaat it fuckerss.

I'm glad I don't taste like vanilla raspberry swirl whatever the fuck anymore. It was nice when it started. Now I'm about sick of it. Back to all natural flavoring. Cigarettes taste a hell of a lot better without the other stuff in the way.

Who else remembers that curse from before? I'm sure you do, Nicholas. That was some time ago, wasn't it. Hm.
 
Okay. How many of you sick fucks went around licking any ol' body that came in your path? Shit can you get your kicks elsewhere. And those of you that let everyone and their brother have a taste, sounds like you're a whore. If that's your bag, more power to you. The world has a use for you, that's for sure.

Disappearances, dilemmas. And destruction--the occurrence I mean. Network you don't ever change.

Filtered to Yuuko, Cori, John and Dr. House;
Thanks.

I don't ever want to see or hear you breathe a word of this to anyone without my noncursed approval. Do you get me?
End Filter;

Some of you are pigs. Eating all of those and with how they taste. I don't know whether or not to pity you or congratulate you. This would have been a beautiful opportunity to start collecting blackmail. Really too bad.

Yeah. I had a few. Secrets are out. A few things:

You are pathetic, Budd. What the fuck happened to you? Maybe it was because I never knew.

Radu. Baby, it's been a long time. I think you've got a problem or two. Three.

Hello, good sir. I don't believe we've met.

Neville remember that talk we had. That one time.

Luke. What the hell. Are you serious? Does this warrant a conversation?

Nothing floating around out there about me that I'm aware of. Let's keep it that way, bitches.

Private to Bill//Unhackable

Good news. I didn't see anything about there about you directly. However...


[ooc; Strikes hackable with skill.]

What the hell do I need to do to talk to you? Get a weed whacker and see what happens? Disregard Smokey the Bear?

Luke and Jan, if either of you are about, it's clear that the full moon is almost here. Comes so quickly, shit. Am I in on any plans?

The music is on but I can still hear this continual rustle outside. I've got the windows shut and lined with towels and ductape. I don't believe that of all the weird shit is happening. It's irritating as fuck. I'm actually scared today. I'm hearing things about the end of something or the coming of someone. Yesterday I didn't care, frogs--whatever. Something in the huge, thick swarm of tiny insect bodies so thick that natural sunlight is hard to see makes me think that maybe I should start caring.

I should do some cleaning around the place. I'm getting bored but not that bored. Reacquainting myself with playing cards is better. I'm pretty handy with em. I knew a friend once who could read tarot with an average Bicycle deck. Wish I learned how, I don't think that shit is ever right but it's nice to think it is.


I haven't forgotten about the ribs, Budd. Not by a long shot.