February 9th, 2007


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I hate this stupid planet. I hate it so very very much with the passion and loathing of a thousand million firey suns of Krypton (WHICH ARE RED WHICH MEANS...MORE...FIREY...!!!) I almost typed 'Sons of Krypton' which would be flamey Supermans. Them too, goddammit.

I wish Peter were here :(

EF got the gig. Which seems kinda...flat now. But we opened for Spectre and Sacrifice before we found out about all this. I don't know what's going to happen now. It all ends on the 13th anyway. My first night in Chicago is the 16th.

Oh, and my Mam can't have babies.

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Dance the Ghost with Me

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I'll guess I'll go look for your friend myself then, since all you can do is scream at each other.

Hell, screaming at ME is better, at least you wouldn't be hurting someone you care about.
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