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x_butterflyOkay, so this is like the cyber version of making the new kid stand up in front of class and spill all their deepest, darkest secret, right? How 21st century of you guys. This is a lot nicer than where I usually wind up. ‘Cause, you know, mansion. I don’t think people with houses like this usually go “oh, that weird girl who sometimes brings decomposing things back to life is just what I need. She’d go with my new vase!” (Please tell me no one is going to try to match me to a vase. If they try to make me wear something with flowers or butterflies or paisley I am so out of here.)
Is there like a no pawning the silver rule? It seems like the kinda place that needs one of those.
I'm probably doing this whole Care Bear share time thing all wrong, huh? Right. Let's start over.
Dear Diary,
I'm Layla. I'm from New York (city, not just the state) from a little place Lame People call Midtown West, but anyone who's family has legit been there forever still calls it Hell's Kitchen. Unless they've converted to yuppism (I hear that's like Scientology but less creepy) but then they're pretty much in the Lame People category anyway. So, yeah, I'm blonde. I skate. I only trip over my own feet like three times a day. And I make zombies.
Okay, so it's basically zombie roadkill but apparently people don't dig the Roadkill Day of the Dead like you'd think they would. I mean, I pretty much just sometimes bring shit back to life. It’s not that creepy really. Unless you’re like really scared of zombies or something, I guess. Killing spiders takes all day sometimes. That’s annoying.
Matt's a total liar, there's no map. But if you people try to get me lost on purpose while I’m busy already getting lost? I will figure out where you sleep and I will put all the zombie rats in your bed because that is so not on. I don’t know if rabies survives death and then rising from the dead. Someone should do a study on that or something. It could be a legit problem these days.
And Muppet Yoda! I know you're out there in cyberland somewhere! You totally skipped something epic in your recruitment speech! Like how you totally are a Kitty Superhero and rescue damsels in towers and throw the smack down on bad guys and wtf, yo? This is totally why Yoda got replaced with tech, you know. You keep failing me! This is like vitally important 411 and shit. But I guess I'll let you slide this time because YodaPhone is here to save me from your total disclosure fail. (I just need a Yoda voice ringtone for him)
Is there like a no pawning the silver rule? It seems like the kinda place that needs one of those.
I'm probably doing this whole Care Bear share time thing all wrong, huh? Right. Let's start over.
Dear Diary,
I'm Layla. I'm from New York (city, not just the state) from a little place Lame People call Midtown West, but anyone who's family has legit been there forever still calls it Hell's Kitchen. Unless they've converted to yuppism (I hear that's like Scientology but less creepy) but then they're pretty much in the Lame People category anyway. So, yeah, I'm blonde. I skate. I only trip over my own feet like three times a day. And I make zombies.
Okay, so it's basically zombie roadkill but apparently people don't dig the Roadkill Day of the Dead like you'd think they would. I mean, I pretty much just sometimes bring shit back to life. It’s not that creepy really. Unless you’re like really scared of zombies or something, I guess. Killing spiders takes all day sometimes. That’s annoying.
Matt's a total liar, there's no map. But if you people try to get me lost on purpose while I’m busy already getting lost? I will figure out where you sleep and I will put all the zombie rats in your bed because that is so not on. I don’t know if rabies survives death and then rising from the dead. Someone should do a study on that or something. It could be a legit problem these days.
And Muppet Yoda! I know you're out there in cyberland somewhere! You totally skipped something epic in your recruitment speech! Like how you totally are a Kitty Superhero and rescue damsels in towers and throw the smack down on bad guys and wtf, yo? This is totally why Yoda got replaced with tech, you know. You keep failing me! This is like vitally important 411 and shit. But I guess I'll let you slide this time because YodaPhone is here to save me from your total disclosure fail. (I just need a Yoda voice ringtone for him)
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Date: 2011-10-05 10:35 pm (UTC)Also hi, Nico here. Did somebody welcome you to the Madhouse? I think the old guys do that to the fresh meat, but maybe they forgot.
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Date: 2011-10-05 10:38 pm (UTC)Yeah, the dude who's selling his soul for a law degree and who has sugar daddies did. So that's like a thing around here?
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Date: 2011-10-05 10:46 pm (UTC)Going by that definition...I can really tell who's who. Wait, Kyle wasn't on the law thingy. Angelo? The gray one? Sugar daddies? The things I was better off without knowing.
Is the TL;DR version of "Crazy Shit: Thy name is mutancy." Gather enough mutants and things are bound to get weird.
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Date: 2011-10-06 01:37 am (UTC)Yep. Angelo the gigolo. The shit you never wanted to picture, right?
Do I wanna ask how? Other than my obvious plans to take over NY State and sell it on Black Market eBay!
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Date: 2011-10-06 01:43 am (UTC)He needs a feathery hat now. A purple feathery hat.
Oh I only know a few, including my screwed up adventures, but ask the older ones and they will warily look at you and try to protect your innocence. Or something.
Well, that's worth a try. When you take over NY, of course.
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Date: 2011-10-06 02:27 am (UTC)Like this one (http://i.ebayimg.com/t/Purple-Permalux-Gangster-Pimp-Fedora-w-Feather-M-/24/!B6!NnZgB2k~$(KGrHqUOKkEEyP8Jiu2cBMvzq5S2Kg~~0_35.JPG)?
Right, I'll make a note. Pester old people about what kinda weird shit happens when you put mutants together. This sorta feels like one of those "how many _________ does it take to screw in a light bulb?" jokes.