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| 07:53pm 31/05/2003 |
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mood:  bored
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I wonder where Hawk's-Eye has disappeared to...
Hmpf. Probably stalking the "Bingo Hall" for old bags, again.
I'm ridiculously BORED.
YOU--entertain me! (whip) |
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| My Ears! My Precious EARS! |
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| 08:46am 11/05/2003 |
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mood:  cranky
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Well, I humoured Fish's ridiculous idea for a target pool (that horrid "Three Lights" concert)-- and let me tell you, I must have been extremely fucking drunk to agree to such a stupid thing.
Humans and their trivial passtimes truly baffle me. Gathering together to watch a bunch of she-males wail about some "princess". And they call that NOISE "music"? No wonder Master Zirconia wants them all terminated...
Anyway, since Fish was too busy getting off on seeing the flower-flinging dork in bondage, I retrieved thier Dream Mirrors. Surprise, surprise, there was NOTHING in them except some boring junk about that "princess". But at least it shut them up.
Of course, those bothersome bimbos then appeared and the whiney one dared to bruise my beautiful arm! I sent lovely Remless "Kiro-KickPumpkinAss-O" after her, so that clumsy little wretch got what she deserved. No one flaws Tiger's-Eye and gets away with it. NO ONE.
GRR. What a TOTAL waste of time! And this is the LAST time I listen to you, Fish.
I will choose the hunting ground, now, since it's evident that my brilliance is unmatched. And our next stop--the Juuban child-care center. They always have cute girls in there. |
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| This Really STINKS |
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| 07:41am 22/04/2003 |
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mood: bitchy
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Someone should tell Hawk that there are laws against necrophilia on this planet. I just don't want him crying to me when his inmates corner him with a night-stick, and a jar of petroleum jelly.
So, FINE! I haven't technically "scored" with any of the beautiful dreamers I've gone after, so far (and no, I didn't find the flying, baby-pumpkin fucker, either)--but that's simply because it was only a WARM UP. Yeah--THAT'S it! My REAL pursuits will be beginning shortly. And Mistress Zirconia will be singing my praises ANY day now!
Damn! I've somehow gotten this horrible pimple upon my precious chin! And I'll bet my fine Amazonian butt, it's from eating that greasy sludge Hawk stole from the ancient chef-bitch...
Obviously, I now have no choice but to lay low until I'm back to my beautifully perfect self, again. But that also means I'll have to rely on TWO SECOND RATE FLUNKIES to rake in some half-ass dream mirrors. Since we all know where THAT has gotten us in the past, I may as well consider us a sack of elephant-feed.
Fish-- Whiskey. NOW.
My temples hurt. |
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| John Travolta FOREVER, You Losers! |
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| 10:28am 15/04/2003 |
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Does Hawk SERIOUSLY expect me to take fashion advice from a guy who prances around in trash like THIS?
Ha! How utterly "faux-pas". I haven't seen a get-up that gauche since the break-up of The Village People.
I've HAD it. It's time I stop fooling around with Monsieur Uppity Fluff-Head and Monsieur I-Want-To-Be-Ru-Paul, and begin my hunt for beautiful dreamers. You'll see. I'll come back VICTORIOUS while they sit around getting SHAT on by Zirconia.
Excusez-moi, but I'd better continue practicing my "Francais". I've decided that my infamous "Clueless- French- Vacationing- S&M Master" routine will get me some action, today.
"Bonjour, belle Mademoiselle. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Ce soir?"
Hmm. Yes--I think I'll start with HER. She likes leather and whips and really stupid French guys--so she'll love ME, no doubt.
I'm off. And don't you two numbskulls bother me with your trivial matters. I have more IMPORTANT things to worry about --like moi. |
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| So, I Like Nuns.. |
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| 08:44am 08/04/2003 |
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mood:  mellow
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They're so cute when they tell me I need "help".
Hawk should be thankful for my Sister fetish. Hell, with all those corpses he humps, he'll be in need of LOTS of spiritual cleansing.
Tsk, tsk. Well, today is my day off since Zircon's bright idea for a new target is a damn MAN (cringe). Fish took him, willingly, of course. And I think he plans to try and get laid too, since he's putting that red crap on his lips again.
Whatever. I'll just lie here with my feet up, for a while. Later, I'll go admire myself in the mirror for a few hours, and then go get totally trashed.
What the--
Oh. It's YOU, Cere Cere. I thought you were a foot-rest.
While you're down there, ball-girl, polish my stilettos. They were scuffed by little, white kitty claws after the bad-bleach-job pumpkin ruined my nun-fun.
This will not do. |
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| This Is Just Too Easy... |
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| 01:50pm 04/04/2003 |
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mood: annoyed
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Today will go down in history-- Hawk's-Eye was actually RIGHT, for once.
That "Google" thing is a clever option. Just type in "beautiful dreams" + "hot underage babes" and presto: hundreds of instant, potential whores targets to choose from!
Zircon and his useless information can go choke on monkey cock, for all I care. But since Zirconia was bred in the Stone Age, she wouldn't be able to get accustomed to such modern ways. And that's exactly why she keeps the likes of US around--we're young, we're hot, we're hip, and we get whatever the hell we want. We also don't look like our faces have been fermenting in cidar vingar since the Silver Millenium...
Ugh. Palla Palla--where's my scotch, BITCH?
I swear, it's so hard to find good help these days. |
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