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-shifts at the keys, wondering why the fuck he was doing this again?.. oh yeah. because.. everybody else was and it was manditory? oh whatever ; rolls his eyes, starting to peck the keys-
I broke it... I BROKE THE FUCKING PHONE >:D Figured I'd start out with a confession -- the fucking people on the other end were.. annoying me. ;x I'm not fixing it. No way in hell, you'll just hafta go out and buy another peice of shit. Fuck if I care.
-blinks, really not sure why he did that in the first place.. decides to blame it on the fact that -- violence is fun.-
We all know what happened... and with him I.. now that I think about it, I really don't think I could of..killed him. I think I remember telling some people why..not the obvious reason most people would think. -raises an eyebrow, shrugging..-
Whatever.
Stuff's been going on. He's soulful again. But now I'm fucking pissed at him because of something that happened. But whatever, I'm not going into that.
But I do happen to honestly believe that he could hurt me. And last night -- he practically said the same thing.
So fuck him. Just.. whatever. Now I just got mixed feelings about some people being "together". -grumbles, leaning back for a second, stretching-
But her.. I'm glad she's here. But don't expect me to go all... sappy and everything, because just... no.. -blinks, stretching some again.. acting as if he hasn't already went.. soft?.. on some people.. which.. he didn't even notice at the time.. so now all he's thinking is "skJDKSjfaskjflkashfstupidstupidstupid"..- .. -shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts off things-
Uh-huh..oh and apparently knifes and other sharp objects like to hurt me. My hands..rather. -grumbles, looking at his hands before putting them back down- Fuckers. I need to get out of that 'bad habit' of juggling things... do that while I'm thinking about stuff or.. nervous or something.. -stares, wondering why the fuck he just shared that -- now people'll think shit..-
Fuck it. Whatever -- I'm done.
-apparently leaving out.. things .. but he's not even sure exactly what to say about 'em-
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[05 Aug 2003|07:36am] |
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Oh look, Buffy's up at an ungodly hour in the morning. Can we say ... insomnia? Grr fucking argh. And it's not even close enough time for me to actually get ready for work. Not for a couple of hours. And eating whatever is in the kitchen does not work, sadly.
Okay how unfair is this? Really. Stupid insomnia and how I can't take sleeping pills or I'll never wake up! Hrm ... someone wake up and keep me company. Heh'. Maybe I'll actually make my way into Spike's room again go on back to bed an .. *shifts* sleep. Yes, sleep. Or try to. Whee. Wish me luck ;)
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[05 Aug 2003|11:03pm] |
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New icon..
I'd post. If I cared enough to. But I just posted lastnight.. and.. fuck if i'm about to do that all over again. :;Shows the normal, expected Faith.. getting defensive and hostile. 'Cause hey that's what you'd expect right?;:
:;Shakes her head;: Guess this was just a GIP.. :;Shrugs;:
[ OOC : I'm a fucking moron and accidentally purged my friends list. Well I turned this journal into a community while meaning to do it to my other Faith journal, and turning it back into a personal journal 'caused the "friend of" to be removed. Anyways, I logged into peoples journals and added me back, but I didn't have everyones pws, so if you'd be so kind as to add me again, i'd appreciate it. ;x <3 ]
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