I thought the crate I found on the street was filled with really big condoms. But they turned out to be balloons. So... I made some balloon animals in my spare time.
Just give a shout if you want one. ♥
On a more urgent note, my friend Bak needs a doctor. He doesn't seem to want me to try my hand at healing, so... :[ ANY PROFESSIONAL HELP WILL BE APPRECIATED. I guess.
Rabi, Allen. I'll see you two at the club soon. (And anyone else who wants to dance and get high on coffee with us.) Drinks are on me.
So. I have learned from experience that the only way to survive a billion volts of purposefully inflicted electricity is to tap into forbidden life reserves. THANKS A LOT, RINALI. Too bad Komui's in the same city as us, or you'd be dealing with retribution by now.
Allen and I went shopping the other day. Somehow, that sounds wrong...
Allen bought me a new jacket (black leather). He bought himself a... pink jumpsuit (XXS). He invited me have sponge cake with him (I declined). He then tried to drag me into doing fun activities with him (Che).
And then he confessed he was gay.
NOT LIKE IT'S ALL THAT SURPRISING ANYMORE. EUUGHHH.
Right now, he's in denial again. But I can't go near him anymore without him trying to touch me, so someone talk to the sprout about coming out and that gay crap.
[Yes, Kanda speaks The Truth and all of this happened. In an AIM chat. That neither Allen-mun nor I saved. In summary, Allen shoved a book titled "Mom, Dad, I'M GAY" in front of Kanda's face as an accusatory joke that backfired splendidly due to Kanda's misunderstanding.]
I don't understand and don't want to understand this journal shit. What am I supposed to do? Document my daily experiences? Rant about everything detestable? Share my opinions on the Meaninglessness of Life?
... Or more accurately, the Meaninglessness of Everyone Else's Lives.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION, "FRIENDS" LIST, I HAVE A FEW ISSUES WITH YOU. ALL OF YOU.
DO NOT write about your sex lives. Some people (ie. the rest of the world) don't care. Pretending they do care makes you pathetic.
DO NOT make gross and emotional confessions of adoration/regret/concern/love, for goodness sake. In fact, shut up about anything remotely attached to your personal emotions. Your feelings don't matter.
DO NOT whine about the people you miss or how you can't get out of the city while not working to change that. Have a sense of purpose, fools.
DO NOT offer yourself for sexual intercourse in public to earn attention and reputation. People who feel the need to continue to be slutty idiots can go here.
ON THE OTHER HAND,
DO post and discuss your new discoveries on possible exits from this cursed city.
DO write about what you do to keep your hair healthy and shiny (but only if you have hair comparable to mine). Keep it short and to the point. Don't show off. Losers.
P.S.: Rabi, I overdosed on multivitamins and now I'm sick. >[ But bring me another bottle. They're... really fruitylicious.
P.P.S.: Okay, that just came out wrong. DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS TODAY.
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