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[13 Nov 2009|11:53pm] |
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Well life is certainly interesting around here at the moment. x.x
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[05 Jul 2009|07:32pm] |
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Cooking is too much of a ball ache. I don't mind cleaning, hoovering, even ironing but cooking? I fucking hate it. It's just too much work and I don't have the patience for it. I'd rather (and have) go hungry if there isn't anything I can just pick up and eat. Most of the time I've just not been hungry and so I haven't eaten, and yes, Lil, I know you hate that and I have been getting better at that. Trying to set an example for the kids and the like. I'm a lot better than when we first met, thanks to you.
But yeah, that was bought on by the fact I had to cook my own dinner tonight. Ugh. Hate.
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[08 May 2009|03:12pm] |
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Grouchy. Restless.
Need to get out.
Lil?
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| Fovevers. (for Lil) |
[31 Dec 2008|08:48pm] |
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"So... do you want to go out tonight?" he asked. To anyone else (including Lil) this would be a very random request, but Ed had everything planned out. Or so he hoped if it went according to plan, and god he hoped that he did. "Gran said that she'd babysit Rach, if we wanted to get away and have a bit of fun?"
He seemed more tensed up that usual, he wondered if she could tell. He hoped that she wouldn't ask why because he didn't want to tell her just yet. Problem was usually his emotions showed on his face clear as a book if your name was Lilith Wright. "Meal? I figured we could go and try that new place down in Knightsbridge." He twiddled a piece of his hair distractedly. He could do this, he would do this, after all his Grandfather had managed to do it and that had turned out alright!
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| [text to entire family] |
[02 Dec 2008|11:43pm] |
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It's a girl. 6 pounds 13 ounces. She looks like Lil.
Mummy and baby doing well.
complete with picture
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[08 Apr 2008|08:14pm] |
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Why am I not higher?
You Are 72% Sociopath
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The good news is that you're devastatingly charming.
The bad news? You mostly use those charms for evil!
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| Sex Quizzes |
[17 Mar 2008|10:08pm] |
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| Lyrics Of The Day |
[17 Mar 2008|09:08pm] |
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"You Don't Know" - Reel Big Fish
( Coz You Don't know... )
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Lost Without You (for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sokissmedeadly) |
[17 Mar 2008|08:52pm] |
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Ticking Clock And My Breathing |
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Ed lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. food going cold next to him but he hasn't eaten it. The ticking of the clock was driving him made and he had half a mind to shut it up permanently. She had been gone 4 hours, 20 minutes and...he looked at his watch, 34 seconds and he felt lost even though he wouldn't admit it to himself, let alone to her. His body stung wonderfully even now but it didn't stop the restlessness, it didn't stop him wanting her. He wondered briefly whether he'd see her tomorrow or the next day, he had her number, maybe he'd ring her up.
He missed her.
He rubbed his eyes and sighed - maybe he would go out, find a fight and purposely 'lose' before kicking his arse and finishing him off completely - that sounded like good idea too. He growled softly and got to his feet, going to feed the dog before he made short work of the carpet he was currently chewing. "Rocky, get your arse here and stop eating that fucking carpet!"
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[17 Mar 2008|08:17pm] |
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Ticking Clock And My Breathing |
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Bored.
Anyone got anything interesting to do?
Feel like going out.
Urge to kill strong.
So very restless.
It's interesting how lost. I am when she has to go home.
But what the fuck can I do? She has a kid. Can't ask her to stay, it's not right... but I want to
Going to throw the fucking clock across the fucking room in a minute if it doesn't shut the fuck up!
Rocky is sitting looking at me. Again. Should feed him.
Ugh.
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| Bored and Restless - so sue me |
[17 Mar 2008|12:54am] |
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You Are a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich
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You life your life in a free form, artistic style.
You are incredibly creative and at times, quite messy.
Deep down, you are a kid at heart. And you aren't afraid to express it.
Your best friend: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Your mortal enemy: The Club Sandwich
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| [TLT] 13 People You Respect |
[17 Mar 2008|12:52am] |
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1. Grandpa.
2. Grandma.
3. Aunt Liz
4. Mum.
5. Dad.
6. Grandpa Henry.
7. Grandma Dawna.
8. Uncle Nicholas.
9. Uncle Kie.
10. Nichola.
11. Uncle Matt.
12. Sophia.
13. Uncle Brae.
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| [MYL] Things You've Never Grown Out Of |
[17 Mar 2008|12:50am] |
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blah |
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Kickboxing.
Being restless.
Being bored easily.
Playing bass.
Singing.
Finding different ways to amuse myself.
Practical jokes usually taken to extreme.
Running until I'm sick.
Fighting.
Blood.
The thrill of the chase.
The sound of bones cracking.
The euphoria of it.
The urge to maim.
The urge to kill.
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