| Date: | 2020-01-01 02:00 |
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IC Contact
texts. voicemail. emails. etc.
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OOC Contact
spam, storylines, messages, you name it. comments screened.
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| Date: | 2020-01-01 00:00 |
| Subject: | Character Bio. |
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S is for the simple need
E is for the Ecstacy
X is just to mark the spot, 'cause that's the one you really want
Sex is always the answer, it's never a question.
( 'Cause the answer's Yes, Oh the answer's Yes )
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| Date: | 2010-08-18 11:10 |
| Subject: | 004 |
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Some people need to learn to shut the fuck up. Just saying.
On a brighter note, I'm so glad that the Casino only caters to those that are 21 and up, because I never had to deal with those last lot of brats. Ha.
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| Date: | 2010-07-03 10:38 |
| Subject: | 003 |
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I think I have developed psychic skills. I have the strongest feeling that all you ladies will be flashing your panties to the bouncers on Sunday night.
Just a feeling.
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| Date: | 2010-06-20 10:08 |
| Subject: | 002 |
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Cat mentioned it, but I'm mentioning it again - is anyone else going to be glad to see that back of the news crews around here? Well, the bickering twosome more specifically. She spent more time yelling at him than she did filming me. Such a blow to my ego.
Kyle
I'm bored at work. Entertain me.
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| Date: | 2010-06-03 08:39 |
| Subject: | 001 |
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I know I've been complaining about the cold as loudly as the rest of you, but I've discovered that there are very many enjoyable ways of keeping warm. I'm rather liking it, to be honest. Surprising, I know. It seems my old bones are tougher than you all thought.
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| Date: | 2009-03-21 21:47 |
| Subject: | 001 |
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[Private]
A journal. More like a diary. Like a little schoolgirl's diary. Where I write all my little notes and secrets about how cute that boy is, and how mean that girl is, and 'why is my body changing?' Well, fuck.
I'm not really into little boys, so it looks like talking about that's out of the question. And I'm pretty sure that 'mean little girl' wouldn't be so little if she's got the balls to bitch to me. As for my body there are a few more wrinkles that I'm sure weren't there before I can tell you what hasn't changed and that's my-
Goddamn those fucking stewardesses. A man can't even bloody type to himself without being interupted to be asked "Would you like some more wine, sir?" My wine glass is almost bloody full, and has been since you first poured it. Actually, strangely enough, I think I said no to the wine when you asked then anyway. Which means I didn't want the bloody stuff in the first place. So, does it look like I want any more bloody wine? Who drinks that shit anyway.
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