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Attention all yew folks! D:< That I owe av art, I mean...
Please. Be patient.
I go to art school, dammit.
neutral I'll get to you, but if you keep nagging me I'll just get upset and prolong the wait period some more.
 Fade Flex · Sun Sep 11, 2005 @ 07:13am · 0 Comments |
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[Bondage Zombie] strikes again! This time about my blue av, with the aid of Kenchan's anklets and sash: Bondage Zombie BETTER RUN FOR COVER WHEN I'M IN MY BONDAGE B-BOY STANCE! I'll overlook the buckteeth, since you are leathery and have a graveyard tan. I am predicting a future of you breakdancing and getting corrogated cardboard burns on your thighs, arms and buttocks. I can only imagine your fateful trip to the physician and trying to explain that you have a unique fashion sense and the laws of physics be DAMNED, but you will dance how you want to dance WHEN you want to dance it. If the laws of the universe won't bend to your will, how can you sway the unwashed masses? Opiates, that's how. Misguided and redefined, you still got them chaps on. For that, the evil side salutes you, because not everyone wants to see your crack swaying in sweaty leather, latex and lycra. However, your motto is: "******** em" ******** them, indeed. 9/10.
Fade Flex · Mon Aug 29, 2005 @ 05:31am · 2 Comments |
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This was just too good. A quote about my green av. Bondage Zombie After a long career of making letters with your hands to a disco song, you build an empire out of bitterness and a**-less chaps. Though your parents weep for your lack of decorum, you terrorize clubs in san francisco, clad in outfits that would make the most brazen succubus seem a prude. Though you command the utmost respect from mafia dons and their hitmen for your ruthless use of a ballgag and double-headed d***o, no one really takes you seriously one-on-one because of your obvious lisp. The good news is that you have plenty of manservants and slaves to do your bidding. 8/10
Fade Flex · Sun Aug 28, 2005 @ 10:00pm · 1 Comments |
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For a week, actually. Be back the 14th, but won't actually bother to be alive until the 15th. D: And then I'm going to the midnight opening at 86th st for the sixth HP book. biggrin
...Don't miss me too much, y'all.
Fade Flex · Thu Jul 07, 2005 @ 06:15pm · 3 Comments |
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Across The Universe Fiona Apple
I am Jack's frustration.
Grr. Still waiting for the marketplace to open back up so I can sell items, and get out of this 7.2k rut. On the other hand, my av looks dashing. =D I wanna sell a few things so I can get the dancer bottom and maybe the suspenders, though, and still have some cash leftover (cos gold is nice).
Fade Flex · Sat Nov 27, 2004 @ 02:33pm · 0 Comments |
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Sacred Darling Gogol Bordello
I am Jack's need for caffeine.
Didn't get to bed until 3am, working on Luis's part of the club series. o_o And for all the headacheyness and dizziness involved, and the fact that I forgot to eat for 12 hours, more or less, all I finally got out was the stupid shirt. And it looks like it was made by Tripp. >.<
Oh well. Go Rara go! Let's try for giving Luis some pants. x_x
This is why I can never be a designer. I've spent HOURS on this one design. I even knocked out a design for Julie in about 15 minutes while watching Eternal Sunshine in an effort to relax, and it worked until I looked at the page with Luis on it again.
Um.
Fade Flex · Sun Nov 14, 2004 @ 02:35pm · 0 Comments |
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Huliganjetta Gogol Bordello
I am Jack's sense of having had a wasted day.
What did I accomplish today?
Cleaned the bathroom on command from mother.
Finished laundry.
Finished another page of sketching in the club outfits series (Vicki, Vin). Nachan and Luis next. Need one more person to make an even number, as still have Steve, Ronnie and Anthony (on Ronnie's request) to do. Anyone?
Got CDs by The Hives, Bad Religion and Joe Strummer from Lisa.
Got pizza with Lisa, and went to Kim's to browse; saw a cute storybook called "Burn Christmas! Burn!" about the elves revolting and killing off the christmas-celebrating portion of the world population.
Got bleach on my hoodie sleeve. Goddamn.
Washed MORE bloody dishes.
Have finally gotten to sit down and relax. And still! I have not done my math homework. I fear I will never. I fear Mr. Gemta calling my house. What shall I do? Heheh.
Nor have I inked anything lately. This needs to happen.
Fade Flex · Fri Nov 12, 2004 @ 05:32am · 1 Comments |
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Oh my god. So tired. I spent until 3am waiting for someone who, amazingly, at nine in the morning, is still not back. AND apparently I have to clean basically the whole apartment. I'm not doing anything til I call my mother at work and yell at her for basically the whole morning.
...It's not like this journal is going to get extremely in depth, unless I just start deciding to copy-paste from my xanga. Which actually may be a good idea.
Mata ne.
~Rura
Fade Flex · Thu Nov 11, 2004 @ 02:27pm · 0 Comments |
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