Llamedos has trees, and mountains, and rain, and llittle else in the way of entertainment, see?
My grandda pllayed the fife when he was small, and when he grew ollder and richer he decided to buy somwthing a bit grander, something that'd fit in the hallway of a house he could only just afford. So he bought an organ.
In all honesty? I spent entirely too much time in the library to judge the majority of people I had met with any accuracy. However- Mr Stibbons has a formidable intelligence and a talent for finding trouble. I feel he may need keeping an eye on.
The Librarian is marvellous for a chess game.
Lady Margolotta is a Lady, and that, I'm afraid, is rare.
Mr Webber is... very strange.
And myself? I am interested in who I will grow to be. And we will not go into exactly how that- interest- manifests itself...
Why would I fear for the future? It will be in excellent hands.
Yikes. Doesn't sound like a very fun place to grow up. >>something that'd fit in the hallway of a house he could only just afford. So he bought an organ.<< That... sounds frighteningly like the logic Dad says he gets from his supervisors at work, actually. Though in that case it's applied to how long it takes to deliver mail.
My sympathies. Anyway. I don't know if it's possible to summarize the insanity that is the postal service around here, but I'll give it a shot... We don't know from one day to the next what time Dad's going to get off work. He's said lots of times he'd love the job if it was strictly the delivery part and not having to put up with the supervisors (most of whom have never done the jobs they're supervising). The time estimations he gets for how long something's going to take are generally inaccurate. Usually he has to go to work on his scheduled days off. Some of the stuff that's supposed to help with the job actually slows it down. And this is meant to be one of the better postal services out there, too.
Skazz... hmm. The worst thing about him has to be his complete lack of self confidence, which I guess goes hand in hand with all the emotional baggage. Sometimes it's damned hard to figure out how he's going to react to something, and why he reacts the way he does. I guess we don't talk enough, and that's partly my fault. I get... distracted. He's so *pretty*
The best thing about him is that... he's impossible to describe in terms of anything/anyone else. He's just him, a true original. And he loves *me*. Heh. I am smug now. Also, he's so *pretty*! *g*
Most embarassing undercover... well. The Blue Cat Club. I had to wear eyeliner, I had to stop myself from smacking various patrons in the mouth when they decided to grab my arse, I had to wear leather and rubber, I had to fucking *mince*... And the less said about the time Julian didn't turn up to dance, the better.
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 06:48 pm (UTC)2) My favourite colour would be black. Unless we're speaking of velvet, in which case blue or burgundy.
3) The 'Cat is named after a small stuffed toy I had as a child. However, that will go *no* further.
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Besides a big...heart and good breath, what do you look for in a man?
What's the best thing ever?
Are they really all virgins? Each and every one? Even "Helga"?
Locke:
Tell the truth: what'd you really think of everyone? Do you fear for the future?
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:54 pm (UTC)My grandda pllayed the fife when he was small, and when he grew ollder and richer he decided to buy somwthing a bit grander, something that'd fit in the hallway of a house he could only just afford. So he bought an organ.
Yes, my familly has always made sense.
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:56 pm (UTC)A full house, followed by a lie-in.
That, my dear, is artistic licence.
Helga? Please.no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 07:00 pm (UTC)The Librarian is marvellous for a chess game.
Lady Margolotta is a Lady, and that, I'm afraid, is rare.
Mr Webber is... very strange.
And myself? I am interested in who I will grow to be.
And we will not go into exactly how that- interest- manifests itself...Why would I fear for the future? It will be in excellent hands.
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Date: 2004-05-06 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 07:24 pm (UTC)I hope I won't have to dispose of him...Mr Webber is just... odd. He makes very little sense. Particularly when under the influence. As it were.
And my older self? Naturally I would be intrigued.
And I'm sure the dreams are nothing to worry about.no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 07:50 pm (UTC)>>something that'd fit in the hallway of a house he could only just afford. So he bought an organ.<<
That... sounds frighteningly like the logic Dad says he gets from his supervisors at work, actually. Though in that case it's applied to how long it takes to deliver mail.
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Date: 2004-05-06 08:44 pm (UTC)... I'm intrigued. Tell me more. :D
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Date: 2004-05-07 04:13 am (UTC)1) What's the best thing and the worst thing about Skazz?
2) Tell me about your most embarrassing undercover experience.
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Date: 2004-05-07 12:44 pm (UTC)Anyway. I don't know if it's possible to summarize the insanity that is the postal service around here, but I'll give it a shot...
We don't know from one day to the next what time Dad's going to get off work. He's said lots of times he'd love the job if it was strictly the delivery part and not having to put up with the supervisors (most of whom have never done the jobs they're supervising). The time estimations he gets for how long something's going to take are generally inaccurate. Usually he has to go to work on his scheduled days off. Some of the stuff that's supposed to help with the job actually slows it down.
And this is meant to be one of the better postal services out there, too.
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Date: 2004-05-15 07:54 am (UTC)He's so *pretty*The best thing about him is that... he's impossible to describe in terms of anything/anyone else. He's just him, a true original.
And he loves *me*. Heh. I am smug now. Also, he's so *pretty*! *g*Most embarassing undercover... well. The Blue Cat Club. I had to wear eyeliner, I had to stop myself from smacking various patrons in the mouth when they decided to grab my arse, I had to wear leather and rubber, I had to
fucking*mince*...And the less said about the time Julian didn't turn up to dance, the better.