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I think I'll have to walk to work. My car started shitting because of cold weather. >.<

Buffalo area gets another foot tonight. ¬.\\\ yay.

Gangs pretty much migrated to the smaller sects of western NY. Usually I have to pay $20 to go see a band at the Icon and wait for a drive by for some excitement and danger. Now all I have to do is go do laundry in Jamestown. There've been like, 2 drive by's, 3 drug busts, and a whole lot of...

Woah. You work relatively close to my residence. I think at the time of Octover, I was in Jamestown. Or Sinclairville. I'm pretty sure I was in Jamestown. Once in an often, I pay homage to the B-Lo for teh Icon and Club Diablo. weeeeeeeeeird.

Haha. You guys should see Buffalo, NY. It looks like God took a hose, started running it all over town, and then sneezed and made it all frozen. It's beautiful as hell, but it sucks to drive in.

Very beautiful! (I told you I'd still pop in and pester you guys!)

I'm not leaving just because some guy wanted me to crap on his face. (eww.) It also makes my fiace uncomfortable. And his happiness means a lot to me. I'll be on messengers, email, whatever. And I might pop in to say hello, terrorize everyone with my perverse hunter characters and what not...

I'm deleting my account. So, goodbye folks!

My, someone's touchy. Forgive me for my choice in dialect. But at least I'm not calling anyone unimportant. However, if you have a direct issue with myself, I gladly welcome you to address me in the form of a pm, or even email. *grin* I'll try to tone down my "badass attitude" for you.

She nods in approval with her hands on her hips. "Classy joint."

"Gemet, it would appear you miss-defined my character. Granted though being what you stated is still better than portraying an ass." That part.

"Ha! If only. You could eh, say, well, I kill big fuzzy wolves with diseases. And bartend. Which isn't much better." So, how the hell does one come out and SAY "Yes, I kill vampires and werewolves. I also take a powder that lets me kill ghosts." Way to come off as a fucking looney.

..O.o Pardon?

She grins like an alligator, showing every pearly tooth behind red lips. "Sounds like my group of people. It probably beats almost getting eaten every time you go to work. Or getting your ass smacked when you go do your other job."

With a hop, skip, and a "Tally Ho!" she walked next to him. "So what's the deal with this clan. Are you all like, secret ninjas?"

She giggles to herself. Cryptic. I hope they have a fire proof table... Being polite, she chooses to not see the number dialed, and turns her back to him. Just in case another incident should occur, because the odds of a cop stopping for a donut break NOW would just be rediculous, she pulls...

mmm...Ella Fitzgerald...I haven't listened to her in a loooooong time!

Aelita, you should join our wayward team! Me with my hate of vampires/werewolves for eating my parents and molesting me, Ullysaurus for being chased by piggy men, and you with your distaste of being a human monkey servant. We'd be a happy group of misfits!

She adjusts her skirt after putting the pump back. "I suppose we do." With a grin on her face, she relocated the contents of the plastic bags in to her purse and pockets, all minus the beverage and twix. Her face looks in thought as she applies two pills with the words UMPH in to her drink...

She skips out the door over to the pre-pay pump where she fills up her newly aquired gas can. "So, any ideas on where we should go? Work's been dry in town for the past few days." She smiled, brushing a strand of green hair from her eyes.

She grabs the ends of her skirt and does a courtsey with a smile, grabbing a basket. Let's see, tampons, some windex, bleach, a gas can, some Mr. Clean, a little toilet cleaner, some rubber gloves, dish soap, hand sanitizer, more cleaning crap, God, why can't they just do retail chemicals...

She needs *looks at inventory* Tampons, some cleaning thingys, a container of bleach, some gasoline, pink panther insulation, cinnimon, and a twix.And a traveling sewing kit.

"Oh thank GOD!!" She grinned, hugging her cigarettes. "Oh, momma missed you, my babies. ... ... ... Er...I can walk. But we may want to find a place to crash. Or get the hell out of dodge. Cops'll swarm us like the clap." She paused, lighting one of her special cigarettes and checking her...

So, Gem could have probably had her own chapter in the anarchist cookbook. Except she'll run out of supplies if she can't get to a gas station soon.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, hero boy. If we don't get away from Sleazy McVirgin with the attitude of homosexual denial, I'm going to have to make him eat Prada. We need to go." She pulled from her bag a simple flash bang and a small detination only powerful enough to bring down a garage...

Any style is my style. I can thrash out to the Atomic Blondes, or Manson, or Tool, then go in to super-raver-mode and rivet stomp the nearest midget with a mullet only to do bad drunken kareoke to the rascal flatts right after and get in some mongorian chants before lunch time with some good ol'...

*does the happy dance of Gemmy needs more to listen to thn random techno, Zoloft and the rock and Roll Destroyers, and the Bare Naked Ladies*

Hours works. I download while I clean, and bittorrent saves me time.

mkay. I'm on a new music binge, and I need some stuff to listen to. I don't care what genre because I listen to everything. Any suggestions? Any at all? PLEASE??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Five foot three and neon green hair with looks that could kill, i swear, Sometimes I just need a moment to sit back and think. What the hell, barkeep, pour me another drink! [1] She attacked me with her razorblade lips and she shook her delicate little hips to the tune of e pills and an...

God bless the angels of the street dressed in virgin black and hooker red lips. We were in love. I gave her a twenty and she showed me a good time. Not like that, you perverse dick. We went to a cheap motel and I asked her why she was out on the street. I asked her why she was selling...

okay. I don't REALLY have my own art studio. But I'm thinking about selling work, so I need constructive criticism. Praise are also welcome. (the larger version is on http://jackiethm.deviantart.com. I chose to not break the forum with big images.)

I think they make them virtually impossible to open on purpose. They have satellites so they can watch us get stitches and stuff after hurting ourselves with plastic.

The closest I did to this scanerio was I played a pink hatchling in D&D (She was pretty much red. Her daddy, big red baddy, raped her mommy, not-as-big-white dragon, and she came out in-your-face-pink.) and we as dragons were taking classes (thing FF8 - SEED school) on how to eat people.

So, I didn't sleep well this morning. I say morning because I efll asleep at 2 and woke up to snoring. I'm a light sleeper. But any how, I wanted to take this moment to announce that I hate child proof plastic Wii controller holders. They split my knuckle open last night. >.<! That is all.

‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so...

I do I do! *does the dance of doom and pokes ullysaurus in the forehead*

I'm confused. Did the samurai die?

"When you're brought in to the world, you're defenceless. That's why god gave us a bat!"

She kept her voice low. "No, but I'm sure we could make one. I have enough in my bag to make a new independance day." She smiled a big, white grin much like an alligator before eating. Oh, how she loves the smell of an anarcist cookbook and some destruction in the afternoon. "Or, you know, it...

I do whenever I get the chance. I don't have cable, and my roommate has the whole whopping 3 seasons of Tidus.

"Eh, don't mention it. Because of these hacks I lost about five kilos of weed and pigment." She held back her smirk and tried to look distressed. Her hand left her pocket, holding her lucky silver bullet. She closed her eyes softly, as if to be in a premeditative state of thought. "So, front...

Oh man. Cookies go PERFECT with the show Tidus! Anyone else watch it when it was on the air?

*jumps up and down* Take me take me take meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm a wreckless youth in need of something not booooooring!

Her eyes darted. Fuck. cops. She began to slink in her chair, gripping her cup. This is insane! Ninja boy wasn't doing anything wrong! Gah, stupid fucking mind! Here's another coffee joint I can't go in to. "Hey, warrior boy." She kept her voice low. "What the hell are you doing?!" She...

Yes, Feline. Maim in the name of baked goods!

She glanced through the window, slurping down the rest of her chai. Damn. At least the pay for this last job was pretty damn good. Her boots clicked again as she went inside. Besides, I can't really be seen too much by too many. The wrong thing could be picking me up. She carried...

Don't kill. Eat a cookie! *claps my hands and makes it storm chocolate chip cookies like grandma used to bake*

My personal belief is that the soul is our creamy insides to our thick and chocolatey outer shells. It's what makes us so animate and emotional. Then again, I could just want chocolate.

Is it way too late to dive in?