between the lines

I don't think I'd ever want to rule...

...but I might want to start a revolution.
In any case, it'd probably start with some good old fashioned cynicism, like everything else I do.




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Yeah...there's kind of a theme.

(Note: This game is being played with blue__monday and sarated so until the cut, their leadins will be the same. After the cut, their answers will differ. Also, written OOC, obvs.)

"Are you shitting me?"

"No. I am not shitting you," Monday deadpans. She sets down the bottle of vodka and three shot glasses. "I got an promotion. An actually for real promotion. For motherfucking finally. So we're getting drunk. Name the game."

"I love it," Sara laughs. "You can't get drunk without a drinking game. Adorable."

Monday swats at her. "It's not that I can't, it's just more fun." She pours herself a shot.

"Well, obviously we don't have the setup for beer pong."

"You're so much more of a dude than I am," Paul laughs, and Sara makes a face that indicates she thinks so too but isn't going to say anything of it. "Seriously, beer pong sucks. I don't know, I would say watching election bullshit but hey! we don't have to do that anymore." He fills a glass in time to clink glasses with the two of them and toss it back, blinking.

"This is really shit vodka," Monday laughs. "Um. Okay. Never Have I Ever?"

"Oh, dear jesus. Fine."

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A biography of me? Hmm. Well, my life is pretty interesting, what can I say:

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:D

I'll get back to more charloft stuff later. But first!

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OOC:
In Medias Res
R-ish for language, sexuality
Paul-and-Vicky, past Paul relationship
(written in just over 30-35 minutes, plus editing)

Author's Note: I know this is supposed to be about "home". It is, in a fashion. This story has been waiting to be told.

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I can't remember, now, what time it was, or what the date was. The 28th?

I remember the snow outside, the way the day and night blur into each other in the winter, that constant bluegray. The sound of cars on wet asphalt and this beat in my head that wouldn't leave.

It'd be "In The Blood", but I didn't know it yet.

And I walked in and you're gone, your stuff -- and that first stab of fear that something had happened, a year and a half too much time to remember whose stuff is whose, that someone's robbed the place or something else awful, and something's happened to you...

But it's not that, and the fear gets replaced with resignation.
Because if anyone robbed the two of us of something, it was me.

We had the NYE show a couple days later; I beat the shit out of my drums and kept my head down and Seb kept looking at me like - something - it really pissed me off. Got myself stupid drunk during the headliner and counted down to everyone kissing. "Does it feel different to you?" someone asked me. "What?" "The new year."Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Who's Left And Who's Leaving
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Just got home; haven't slept yet...

Can't stop thinking about him. What the FUCK is he doing back here? Telling me what I should have done, like he had some prophetic vision of me as some great rock star, or some shit. Great, you could have fucking stayed around for it. Might have helped.

(...I could have made you want to stay with me. I could have ever let you know...

What are you doing here? Three years of acting like you had stopped existing. How can I just sit here and type? How can I do anything else? You saw me and practically ran...)

I keep looking back at my old entries like some emo highschooler.

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And then he was gone. Right after Christmas...Why was I surprised?

Yeah, Carelli getting out of jail messed me up at the beginning of December. More than it should have for someone who isn't even part of my life...I just became this total nutjob. So when I get my shit together, it's with Double Blind, because "it matters when I don't show up"? I wasn't even fucking talking about shit at that point. I was being emo and snappy and a huge fucking asshole. I had totally fucking checked out and I KNEW it. I just decided he'd probably stick around for it.

And now I can't get his eyes and his hands and his stupid slouchy stand and the way he talks out of my head. HE DOESN'T WANT YOU, ANDERSEN. GET IT TOGETHER.

So it's officially Friday the 13th. Awesome. I'm going to pet some black cats and walk under a ladder.

I could say something about weird occurances, but I won't.

I will, however, say something about 1) how I wish I was going to see The Happening and 2)how my journal thinks I should be meeting some hot Jewish singles. Or that I am a hot Jewish single. That's pretty sweet, actually. It sounds like I should be on top 40 Jewish radio.

So....looks like I've got another one of these.