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This journal is now being used for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) xtreme_end
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| 149; |
[06 Nov 2008|02:14pm] |
I need to get out for a little bit. I keep flipping through the news channels and seeing all the tightening up on mutant registration that's going on and want to scream. I heard something about some kind of mutant security program, but the news anchors didn't elaborate. I don't think they had anymore information. I don't even want to know what that's all about.
Anyone looking for an excuse to get out?
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| 147; |
[03 Sep 2008|08:33pm] |
Okay. Sick.
This makes me think that maybe John and I shouldn't have come back to our apartment.
I wish Logan was around. At least then I wouldn't be waking up and freaking out over floorboards creaking.
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| 146; [Brotherhood] |
[03 Aug 2008|10:46pm] |
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I don't know about everyone else, but I feel more at ease knowing Mystique is back in the Lair.
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| 145; |
[14 Jul 2008|06:44pm] |
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( Private )
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| 144; |
[22 Jun 2008|05:01pm] |
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( Kitty )
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| 143; |
[11 Jun 2008|07:57am] |
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( John )
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| 142; [Open to everyone -except- John] |
[03 Jun 2008|07:21pm] |
I'm willing to take bets that my husband forgets our anniversary.
A lot like I send him out to get milk and he comes back with cigarettes and has conveniently 'forgotten' the milk.
Or the way he forgets to shave.
Or pick up his socks.
And shoes.
And other assorted crap.
And has forgotten that I'm not his live-in maid and chef service.
A lot like that.
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| 141; |
[27 May 2008|07:55pm] |
Ian, you should really come over for dinner one night. I mean... we don't have any food, or anything to cook in or with. But I can go food shopping and maybe you can bring over some pots and pans and stuff from the Lair and we can feed you some real food.
Or, rather, I'll feed you some real food and John will just stay out of the way and hopefully not burn anything. I feel like we should be having company or something.
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| 140; |
[20 May 2008|07:47pm] |
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John, stop running around pointing guns at people and help me pack. Or else I'm going to invite Logan over for an apartment-warming party.
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| 139; |
[14 Apr 2008|10:19pm] |
Can someone please hold me back before I drain Russ to death. Jesus fucking Christ.
And, yes, John. My birthday's tomorrow. Idiot.
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[01 Apr 2008|08:30pm] |
( John )
( Private )
Since Ian's back, shouldn't we at least do something celebratory for that?
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| 137; |
[25 Mar 2008|07:09pm] |
( John )
This place is too quiet now. It's been too quiet for months and months but it's... I literally feel buried under here.
( Private )
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| 134; |
[27 Feb 2008|06:47pm] |
( Private )
Now that I can walk, I feel the need to celebrate --- in a way that involves me being on my feet. Possibly very drunk since I don’t have to worry about passing out from the combination of alcohol and painkillers. Dancing? No one around here’s bothered to get out much lately from what I’ve seen.
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| 133; |
[22 Feb 2008|09:02pm] |
Between the vodka-flavored cupcakes on the counter and the Jello shots in the refrigerator… I’m going to cook something that I can eat and still take my Percocet with.
Why don’t we have someone with a healing factor around here that I can borrow from? It’d really make life a little easier.
( Private )
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| 132; |
[24 Jan 2008|07:33pm] |
Russ… get McKenzie a game of Boggle or something already. The kid sounds crazier than I did. And the last thing the world needs is another crazy telepath.
I think you need a new car, John. One that’s not going to randomly blow up one day and that doesn’t look like a trashcan on wheels. And the least the Brotherhood can do for all that time in jail you did is get you a new car. Besides, we never get out unless I drag you out of state. So take me out so we can get you a present. We can get one with heated seats.
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[16 Jan 2008|10:10pm] |
My... powers... are completely screwed up. Or... something. I don't really know what that something is.
I accidentally set the front of a store in town on fire. As in I did it. Not as in I dropped a lit match or something. My hand just got really itchy and went up in flames. Poof, glove ruined. And with the ice in Disney World which I probably should have made a note of before now and my hand through the mirror a couple of months ago... I don't know what's going on. But it's weirding me out. Because it just happens and I can't control when or what happens exactly when it does happen or stop it. And I don't want to hurt someone because of it. Luckily [luckily?] Bobby was there to put it out and give me his gloves.
Magneto staying at the house is also sort of freaking me out. I mean, it's his house, so I shouldn't be surprised he showed up. But the Lair's a little more roomy and I never bump into him there. Running into Magneto at 7am in my pajamas with bed hair, aside from already being all skittish around him, is sort of embarrassing.
That and I'm sleeping with one eye open so he doesn't murder me in my sleep.
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