George's Statistics
Sep. 8th, 2030 08:43 pm( Read more... )
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Jul. 16th, 2030 07:29 pmName: Kelsey
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Email: rpdina@gmail.com
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Availability: An awful darn lot during the summer and January, most nights and weekends once school starts up.
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[Someone's feeling nostalgic.]
Hey, uh, did anyone here ever go to one of those...waffle houses? Like, back home?
[This is so awkward. Bluh. Why is she even doing this?
Oh well.]
Do you think we could...I dunno, make one...here? Maybe a German one?
[Okay that's enough embarrassing awkwardness. She shuts the feed off.]
Hey, uh, did anyone here ever go to one of those...waffle houses? Like, back home?
[This is so awkward. Bluh. Why is she even doing this?
Oh well.]
Do you think we could...I dunno, make one...here? Maybe a German one?
[Okay that's enough embarrassing awkwardness. She shuts the feed off.]
(Accidental) Second
Aug. 1st, 2011 04:22 pm[This summer isn't really that much different from any other George has experienced. She's still dead, of course, and in Wonderland or whatever. But in the end all she's really doing is sitting out on the grass and reading, complete with floppy hat and sunglasses. She's maybe beginning to wonder what's so horrible about this place. Being a femme fatale wasn't so bad, after all, and things have been quiet since then...]
((Action or otherwise is fine!))
((Action or otherwise is fine!))
Oookay, I know I can overdo the drinks sometimes, but what the hell is this? I swear I was just going into Der Waffle Haus, you know, like usual? And then I’m in this…house? And who gave me this piece of shit? I don’t really need a blackberry, thanks, my job’s not really…like that.
Anyway, if there’s like, uh, some way to send out a distress signal on this…thing. S.O.S., random ass building showed up and I can’t seem to find my way home. Send help. Fuck.
Anyway, if there’s like, uh, some way to send out a distress signal on this…thing. S.O.S., random ass building showed up and I can’t seem to find my way home. Send help. Fuck.
