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[14 Mar 2007|01:04pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]

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[25 Feb 2007|02:31am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

No one called, no one came by...

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[18 Feb 2007|08:56pm]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]

I don't think I've ever taken a longer shower in my life. As soon as I finish writing this, I'll get back in the water for another hour or so.

Daatu-- I've left you a few messages already, and in case you haven't gotten them, here's the spiel: all but three of my nails have broken. I called my manicurist already to schedule an emergency appointment, and you're coming with me. Don't worry about dressing nicely--after we get our manicures, pedicures, and hair done, we'll go for massages and full-body skin exfoliation, then we are hitting the mall for a few hours.

What we do after the much-needed shopping spree, is completely up to you. I wish to dance right underneath blaring speakers until my ears are ringing, and I don't want to be able to walk in the morning, if anyone happens to catch my meaning. So, it's open to anyone who so happens to read this--join me to go clubbing. The more the merrier, so please don't be shy.

Dress nicely, please.

I hate the fucking jungle.

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[18 Jan 2007|01:50pm]
[ mood | Delighted ]

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There is little better than a well-planned party complete with beautiful people and fine wine, or a ride in a brand new automobile with flawless leather interior, or a night of hot, passionate, slightly kinky... well, you get the idea, I am certain. Anyhow, there is very little that delights me more than these things. Except for...

..doing what I do best, of course. (..all right, what I do second best.)

After long months in seclusion, with barely anyone but Charleston to keep me company (not counting the party and the dancing, of course), the chains of nothingness have been cast from my soul, and I am free to slaughter and murder once more! Within legality, I mean. That darling, wonderful, handsome, delightful, amazing, fantastic, marvelous, precious, dear, dear fellow Sigurd Harcourt has invited me to go along with him on population control. Oh, gracious, how do I say these things without sounding like a bloodthirsty killer? We will be cutting down on the populace of life-threatening monsters, just the two of us. It gets rather dangerous for the railway workers if there are man-eaters about; as I understand it, some have begun disappearing anyhow? I should hope no one dares to tell us that we cannot go out there, else I will be forced to add yet an innocent life to my sterling repertoire. And that would just be unfortunate.

I cannot wait for him to get back in touch with me. If we left today, even, I would be willing to go. My medication makes me itchy when I can't move around..

Which brings me to my next point. Daatu? Would you be willing to house-sit for me while I am away? It should not be difficult, requiring no cleaning or anything of the sort, and I would pay you for your work. Just watch Charleston, feed him, give him a little attention, and make sure everything is all right. He eats twice a day and has a rather strict diet, so I will leave special instructions telling you what to feed him. Oh. And please don't go snooping around. I haven't much to hide, but there are things in my home that are very personal and meaningful to me which I would rather you not see until I decide to show you. You're a good girl, though, aren't you?

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[23 Dec 2006|11:03pm]
[ mood | good ]

Christmas is in... two days, is it? Oh, dear. This leaves me in quite a bit of a pickle.

All these gifts I bought in advance... and I have no tape for the wrapping paper. Whatever shall a poor General do? How deplorable. Mini-mart time it is for me.

Sigurd, my friend, you are very difficult to shop for. Especially when I make it a point to get you something ASIDE from rings.

And Daatu, I hope you don't mind, but I purchased something that you and that handsome fellow of yours should enjoy. I just pray you have some white stilettos to go with it, or else things might not... ahem, click, as it were.

Oh, what else.. Missionly things, I suppose. Now that a certain issue has been resolved, I will be rejoining the other officers at the beginning of the new year. I honestly cannot wait to return to the target ranges... It's been a few months, so I hope I won't be too rusty.

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[25 Nov 2006|10:33pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

It is late as I write this, but... I must get it out of my system.

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Why me..? [05 Nov 2006|05:03pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

Sunday,  05

4:54 PM

I just happened to glance at my calendar today, and something interesting caught my eye.

It will be the thirteenth of November next week.

And on that day... I will be twenty-seven years of age.

Ugh... I am so... old!!

What's next?! Grey hair?!

This aging process is absolutely despicable.

So, darlings... Please forgive my depression for the remainder of this month.

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[09 Oct 2006|11:55pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Monday, 9

6:56 PM

A few nights ago, I had the pleasure of a certain Miss Daatu spending the night with me. No, we did not partake in any questionable activities, save for a bit of uncontrolled alchoholism on my part, but we still managed to enjoy one another's company. She is a very bright girl, although a bit displeased and bitter with the world, and during breakfast, I found she was quite the conversationalist. Much to my delight, she has agreed to come visit with me in the mornings. Perhaps I am not as antisocial as I originally believed.

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[01 Oct 2006|02:58pm]
[ mood | cynical ]


        3:04 PM

    Mother went home yesterday. It really was lovely of her to visit, but even as she was hugging me and wishing me well, I found myself praying that she would just go to the manor and remain there. Ever since the passing of my dear father, she has become adament in reminding me that I am the only son of the Palazzo family, and as such, it is my responsibility to pass on our name. All this week, I heard nothing but how beautiful my children would be, how lovely a wife I deserved, how easy it would be for me to find a suitable woman to wed... Most women her age wish for grandchildren merely because they desire the joy of motherhood again, however changed it may be. Mother is warped. She promised not to die until she cradles my firstborn son in her arms and heard his name christened "Palazzo".

    What a lovely topic of discussion, mother.

    She insists that it's unflattering to have a rabbit in my living quarters. If anything, I should have a dog. Or perhaps an exotic bird. Nevermind the fact I don't care for these creatures-- my life should be built to impress a mate with manliness, power, and greatness.  According to my  beloved Lady  Palazzo, a man with a white rabbit for a pet is a questionable one. Little does she know, my sexuality has already been questioned, and answered most queerly.

    I wasn't much of a conversationalist through this time, I must admit. I spoke to my dearest medicator before the arrival of my mother, in regards to my rather violent dreams. Until she left, he instructed me to just double my dosage of everything. I thought it was a wonderful idea, at least until I saw this year's dashing new recruits taking their afternoon run. Sadly enough, the medication to quell my acute nymphomania arranged it so I was unable to produce an adequate reaction. The cozapine fried my senses of awareness, so mother was having to repeat herself more than usual, and she had to shake me awake numerous times. Thankfully, nothing made me sick until she left.

    Needless to say, I've been suffering since she left. My head's visits to the porcelain goddess have been frequent, as my stomach has decided not to keep down my breakfast or anything else I've eaten in the past seventy-two hours. I would have made an entry yesterday, but I was too dizzy to make it to my office. Charleston napped with me on the couch. He's such a darling companion. No one comes to bother me, unless it's one of my Superiors with some sort of urgent message or order, so I was allowed to rest rather well. The worst won't come until tonight, I'm afraid. I already feel my head pounding, and as soon as the others return to their quarters below me, it will be far too loud to find any peace.

    I suppose I shall contact my doctor in the morning, before I go out to meet with the officers. It won't be very suitable for a man of my position to carry on a rendezvous with his subordinates while in such a state of poor health. It just isn't professional.

    Before I start ranting, I suppose I should fetch Charleston something to snack on. He's been staring at me expectantly for some time now, and I'd rather not drive him to carnivorous madness. I should probably groom him today, too... Well, there are my plans for today. Care for my bloody rabbit.

    In the words of the commonfolk, I really need to get laid.

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[01 Jan 2000|11:18am]
[ mood | sick ]

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