Don't worry, I didn't forget.

Happy Birthday, Kor.

Good, I'm not too late.

Happy Birthday, Reske, and with much love.

Whoops. THAT wasn't supposed to catch fire.

... To crawl out of my hell hole or not for today. ...

...
Still pictures look like they're moving. I think that's cue that I pull the blanket back over my head and continue pretending the world outside doesn't exist.

Uhg.

Hehehe. I'm going to try a couple of these out on my current roommate.

( Selected ones )

I'd do more but my eyes are burning. Ach. I need a new pair of contacts, I think.

( Dirty joke from the dirtyjokes community. Linked by Palmer. )

Ahahaha XD And now, if you'll 'scuse me, I've got somewhere to be before tomorrow morning.

Never fucking again. Excuse me while I go find a biker gang to pick a fight with until I'm properly beaten and feeling my gender again. Oh, my ego. I think booze will be the only way to repair the holes in you.

You know, I haven't lived like this since I was a kid. It's kinda fun, not having anywhere to go home to. Shachou is taking care of Nevada for me (and I get to visit him and feed him when I've got guard duty on the president). Just wandering free, going to work, finding somewhere to hole up, doing it again. *thumbs up*

Keeping an eye on some interesting people I've seen in the streets as of late. I've been getting the feeling people are keeping an eye on me, too.

Also? Noise has gotten very, very big. She doesn't have to jump to yank on my hair anymore.

I feel like hell.

Diagnosis: a broken wrist, a broken forearm, and what was a dislocated shoulder (got that fixed). All right arm.

Prescription: three shots of vodka, one shot of everclear. If pain persists, nurse PGGBs until it feels like all bones have turned to liquid.



Oh, and there's some crazy cult faction down in sector two. Absolute nut jobs, but damn is it fun to go undercover among the ranks. I wonder if I'm going to have to take them down. If I do, I know exactly how I want to do it. I can be such a sick fuck, yo.

I keep thinking that maybe I should cut my hair. But I don't know.

I feel like I've been out of it for weeks. *holds head* Ramuh.

Know what sounds fun, z'to?
A stand off with a bunch of the old company's men that I don't have a good chance of winning.
I don't even know if there's any of the old company left.
Well. Worth the look, right?

So fucking sore. Light-headed, too. In fact, I feel like I was just mauled by a pendulum (Silent Hill). Ahh. I could use a glass of water and a handful of oxycontin. Please, maybe?

Can't say that I'm sorry though. Temporary fix and it worked well. It'll be on my terms next time, even if it's by pulling a gun. But that's... that's a bit closer to what I needed. It's not the same when the hate isn't there.

Woah. Woah. Okay, hello ground. Time to pass out.

... uh

( What you think of people meme )

And in an OOC note, I have me a greatest journal. Awesome, that. 2000 icons to work with.

Behold. The ultimate emo!Reno song! ... It's a great song, though.
In The Shadows

My writer wins. And Elena's writer wins for taking this photo. Click it for bigger version, not easy for dial-up, photo dimension 960x1280.
[Link to the Photo]

I assure you that my writer is somewhere between 5'9 and 5'10. There's also more if you go looking.

Now, my dearest friends, I escape to L.A. for this... 'AX'. I even get a day to be out, how cool is that? AND the writer got my hair right.

I shall return within a couple days and I assure you that you shall see quite a bit of me then. I especially look forward to seeing you two again, dear wolf and leopard.

As soon as we're back from L.A.? I'm getting back into the groove.

Reno's going social again.

Packing up all the baggage and throwing it in the attic. It's time to be the asshole I always was. Comes with the territory of being heartless, if you know what I mean.

I wonder if I can summon Cthulhu.

((dear awesome anon person who bought me paid time: I LOVE YOU LONG TIME))

mmm. Spicy food and margaritas. I think I made out well today.

Then someone told me it was father's day.
So...
Dear Father,
I have no intention of visiting you this year, either.
I hope mako-termites have eaten through the wood.

Now I want another margarita. Mm, these are good.

Only ten more days? Aww. I guess that's alright, z'to.

Hey, dead brat. You should keep an eye on your account. I think yours should be doing the same soon.