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28 January 2010 @ 12:03 am
Tauren weren't generally philosophical.

Cuppy thought it might be time to start, his mind running rampant and tortured as he watched Cassis slide out of her old, battle-worn robes and in to new ones. The blood elf had insisted that he come inside Threads of Fate with her, because she needed his opinion. He didn't know what he thought. He didn't want her to know what he thought, rather, so he grunted out an excuse and stepped outside.

"Having fun, mon?"

Cuppy, too tough to jump like anyone else would when startled, grunted and turned to face Jahkrahl. The troll grinned, all tusks, which was more agitating to Cuppy than being caught. Smug bastard.

"She saved up to buy a better robe," Cuppy explained flatly, looking back through the window to watch the blonde warlock pay for her new robe. She looked...

"Pretty hot, yeah?" Jahkrahl laughed, standing shoulder to side with the large warrior. They looked at each other for a long moment, Jahkrahl amused and Cuppy planning the shaman's accidental death.

"All done!" Cassis exclaimed, poking her head out the door to look for her tauren companion. All she found was a dropped ankh.
07 December 2009 @ 07:43 pm
I first met Joachim at a house party, when his face suddenly became more acquainted with my lap. He smelled like cheap booze and cigarettes. “I’ve fallen,” he lamented, his face pressed against my thigh, “and I can’t get up.”

I didn’t realize what sort of trouble I was in from that moment on. However, before I get ahead of myself, let’s get the back story out of the way.

I moved to Middle of Nowhere, Nevada not of my own free will, but because I was forced by my parents. I was sixteen at the time of Doomsday, a sophomore in a public high school in Los Angeles. Let me say first that I had rough time in that particular school, mostly because I had the brains to do well without trying and a mother who dressed me with impeccable taste. She was a French fashion designer, after all, and she’d told me time and time again, “I can’t have my son dressing like a plebian. You’re too good looking for that.”

She had me homeschooled until sophomore year, convinced by my father at that time that I needed to spend more time around kids my age and less time around models and photographers. My first day of real school was in the middle of the fall semester.

I had never hated the designer jeans, expensive vests, and exotic shoes until I stepped in to that public school and could see all eyes were on me. A few of the girls blushed and giggled to each other, several of the guys standing around eyed me with disgust. I was different, unique, and an instant target. I learned later that every inch of me screamed “FAGGOT”, that in this world so apart from the one I’d been raised in I was either going to fight or lose my soul.

I chose to fight. Every day that I came home my mother asked me the same inane question.

“How was school, darling?”

“It was fine.”

River View High School was anything but fine. I could count the number of times that I walked down the hall without hearing a spiteful remark on one hand. The laughter when the teacher handed a paper back to me with an A at the top was always present. I walked through my days at that school in a daze, wondering where the beauty I’d seen in the world had gone to. My mother had taught me to appreciate everything with the eye of an artist, to seek out beauty hiding in filth. I couldn’t appreciate that place. There was only filth.

Once a month there was a random locker check for guns, drugs, and other items that weren’t friendly for school. It seemed like half of the students were drug dealers, while the other half were buying something from the drug dealers. None of them ever got caught, leading our obese, balding principal to believe that his school was substance free.

“Maaaan, fuck that shit, y’know what I’m sayin’? I got a connection on the inside. He lets me know when shit’s about to go down.”

It was this day, otherwise known as Doomsday, January 15th, that I formulated a plan to get myself out of that hell. I wasn’t a saint; I’d been drinking practically since I was born. For the entire month of January, and then February, I kept a bottle of Jose Cuervo in my locker, nestled between my American Literature book and a pair of Michael Kors jeans.

January, as I found out later, was the month when the fucking principal decided the locker checks were unnecessary. I thought I was going to puke when I realized it. It was the beginning of March. I wasn’t going to stay there any longer.

So, without any remorse, I walked up to my Algebra II teacher, a charming man in his mid-forties, and punched him square in the nose.

I broke it. There was lots of blood, too.

Sitting in the principal’s office wasn’t the scariest thing, I think. It was more the expression on my mother’s aristocratic, pointed face that said she was going to cut up my body and bury the pieces in every corner of the world. I swallowed heavily and looked away from her the whole time.

Mr. Lancet didn’t press charges, thankfully. I think it was because he was scared I might hit him again, but I never got the chance to ask him.

I have to apologize at this point for rushing the past so much. I prefer to skip over the unhappy parts of my life as much as I possibly can, and that was just one big unhappy mess.

Well, my sophomore year had a semi-happy ending. I breezed through independent study and was caught up enough to be a junior by the end of summer. That was the point where things turned to shit.

“You’re sending me where?” I asked as calmly as I could, my voice wavering.

My mother looked at me with her solemn hazel eyes, the ones that I’d inherited, tapping her fingertips together in a steady rhythm. “I’m going to be working on my new collection and your father is away on business,” she said patiently, pursing her lips. “I don’t want you to be alone so much this year and I don’t want public school to trouble you any longer. I’ve decided that you’re going to a boarding school in Nevada, one for troubled boys who need a little discipline and routine in their lives.”


The sound of my heart shattering in to a million horrible pieces was music to her ears, I think, because she smiled and reached out to pat me on the shoulder. “Mon petit chou. I knew you’d understand.”
23 May 2009 @ 10:26 pm
I just need a place to type this all out. <3

My life is fantastic. I mean really, truly fantastic. I have two amazing best friends who understand me. I have a decent job and I've lost ten pounds since March. I have the house to myself for the weekend. I got medication for my ADD, so I can finally focus. I have a cute boy who's interested in me.

There a few things that could be better, but really, wow. I'm finally happy.
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: Anberlin - Dance Dance Christa Paffgen
21 February 2009 @ 07:38 am

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14 February 2009 @ 08:24 am
So, I went to the movies with Kristina and Cassie last night, which was fun. Somehow they talked me in to buying the obligatory popcorn and huge ass drink to share. Dunno how the hell they managed that. :< Before that, Kristina and I went to a chinese restaurant. Holy fuck, I wanted to dip the waiter in chocolate and eat him. He was sexy as hell. xDD

But then Kristina goes, "OK, SO. We want steamed rice, 8 dumplings, a curry plate, and a sweet and sour chicken plate." My jaw drops. The chinese guy LAUGHS. And I don't remember ever saying I wanted that much food! Agh! D: We finished like a third of it. And finally, when we were done, we were like, "Hey, can we get a to-go box?" to the chinese hot dude. He laughs again and says, "Ok." with a cute little smile and totters off to get one.

aaaagh, if there was ever a day I felt like a fat American.

Also, I owe my mom 60 dollars for going over my texting limit. Fuck.

Current Mood: stressedstressed
13 February 2009 @ 08:08 am
sexual healing~Collapse )
11 February 2009 @ 11:20 am
soap opera~Collapse )
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11 February 2009 @ 08:41 am
I finally got my bike out~ It's so gorgeous. :DDD It makes me mucho happy. Also, we're getting another puppy on March 1st. So excited~

I've been thinking a lot about Valentine's Day lately and how depressing it is. I mean, it's not like I won't get candy and shit from my friends. But somehow it's just so... sad, being single on a day for lovers. CREATED BY GREETING CARD COMPANIES TO MAKE MONEY. CORPORATE FUCKERS.

Oh well. At least I've got Liam to cheer me up. :D stfu, yes I named my bike.
Current Mood: listlesslistless
Current Music: GOB - Underground
05 February 2009 @ 05:08 pm
Soundtrack of my life. :D

helloooo, memeeeee.Collapse )
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Current Music: 30 Seconds To Mars - The Fantasy
01 February 2009 @ 11:54 pm
I'M FINALLY GETTING THE BIKE OF MY GODDAMN DREAMS. ffff, Specialized Langster, I love you with all my heart~ <3


I even dug in to my stash of change to make a big payment on this bike. :( It's not enough to free it from the evil layaway rack at work yet, BUT SOON. SOON I'LL HAVE YOU, MY LOVE.

I reflected on this a lot, mind you. Shane brought his girlfriend in (who, ironically, is named Jessica and is way prettier than me). Guess what bike she picked first off? My fucking Langster. I fumed and raged at Mike and basically wanted to scream. But then Shane was like, all sweet and blah to his girlfriend, "I'll buy it for you, but it'll take me 5 months to pay it off." And she said, "No, I want a bike now."

So. She ended up picking out a loser bike and my Langster was safe. And this incident made me realize that I had made up my mind. :3 So I put money down on it and put it in the back, where it's safe and I can look at it all day. <33 I'm so excited. And if I had no morals, I'd be out on the street right now selling my body to pay it off.
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Current Music: Saosin - You're Not Alone