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Jul. 2nd, 2009



I HAVE MOVED TO knownthem_all 

Yuh. That'sme.

Add me there if you wish!

Jun. 22nd, 2009




Jun. 19th, 2009


I'm so in love with you; I'll be forever blue.

OMFG. I CLAIMED A PROMPT ON hd_career_fair ! x.x

I've nevar done this before. And ughhh, I'm so excited to write it.

And I love Scrubs.

x.x I'm in such a great mood. I SHALL BE WRITING AGAIN. YAAAAAAAAAAAY.


I miss you so much it hurts some times.


Jun. 16th, 2009


I'm not just sure, I'm HIV Postive

Wow, I need to write something. Anything. But I just can't >.<

Want to know what I've been trying to write?

A Jack/Sam fic. That's right. Jack Cox and Sam Perry Gilligan Dorian. I was so excited, thought it was so original, and I can't fucking write anything. Ughhhhhh.

I've also worked on some Harry/Draco with no success, some Perry/JD, HughesxRoy, KyoyaxTamaki, you know every fandom I can think of.

Cure burger in paradise
Cure burger, there I said it twice.

Jul. 4th, 2008


(no subject)


Tune in to here me cohost the morning show with Rex Rudd :D

We're doing a Vietnam special today for the 4th.

I'll be on AIM as JamesPMacca, and you ask can for requests :D


Jun. 21st, 2008


Worst. Day. Ever.

So today started out as the best day ever. I was going to see Ringo! Live! In Concert! With Colin Hay!

I knew it was too good to be true.

So I got the damned email, telling me how the concert had been canceled.

It was not to be rescheduled.

He was coming from Niagara and one of the equipment trucks broke down.

And tonight was supposed to be the first of his American tour.

This sucks.

This sucks more than anything has ever sucked before.

And my friend who was supposed to be going with me wants to take me out, and I can't say no. But all I really want to do is stay home, watch Help! and A Hard Day's Night, and RP all night.

Stupid Ringo and his stupid trucks.

Hopefully I'll get to see Paulie next year.

Damn it. Ugh. This is like, the majorest of all drags.


May. 8th, 2008


Scrubs Series Finale

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Apr. 26th, 2008


Dear Austin,

I can almost see you, as if you were never gone. Salvi’s standing by himself in the line for lunch, but I can see you standing next to him, just about a head shorter and both of you laughing about something that happened the night before. I can still hear that stupid laugh of yours. But Salvi’s standing by himself, not talking to anyone. It shouldn’t be like this.

I thought I saw you the other day, I really did. There was some kid standing in the school’s parking lot, and from a distance he looked like you. Same colour hair, but shorter, and he was taller than you. When I first saw him I remember thinking, “Oh my god, Austin got taller.” It was the weirdest feeling, so surreal, and I honestly believed it was you. It was only when the bus got closer did I see that it was clearly not you.  I went from shocked and completely elated to being smacked in the face with reality. My heart sunk, and tears instantly blurred my vision.  I didn’t cry though.

I had a dream a while back that you were brought back from the dead, like a zombie. I think we were at lunch, because we were all sitting around the lunch tables. Everyone was talking and laughing with you, like nothing ever happened, but when I saw you I was so overwhelmed. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t let myself. For some reason I felt as if I wasn’t allowed to be shocked, and I was to just act as normal.

I had another dream about you. I had four small table things with a large drawer in each, filled with belongings of yours. I was going through them, crying. And then you were back, and I had to go talk to you, because I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell you though, it wasn’t like I had gone back in time, it was like a memory. Towards the end of the dream, it was either you had just passed or it was your funeral, and I was there. But you were there too, and I couldn’t decide if you really had died or a character that you played had died, but you yourself still alive. I can’t remember my conclusion (for some reason I feel as if I chose the latter, then woke up realizing I was wrong, or that I chose the latter first then before waking up I realized that I was mistaken). It was a strange dream, filled with all different kinds of emotions. It felt kind of real, except I remember when I was going through the drawers full of your things, I came across a copy of The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper LP, and on the inside there were figurines. It’s strange because I don’t think you even liked The Beatles, but I don’t know. I never asked.

I sometimes wonder what you’d think of me now. We were close when I was at my worst, and I’ve changed a lot since then (most of my transition I owe to you). I just wish you could see me, since you must have thought I was such a depressed freak, which I was. I wonder what you’d think of my new music taste (I bet you would tell me how much The Beatles sucked, regardless if you believed so or not) or what you would think of my newly acquired passion for vinyl. I can never be sure though.

Sometimes I still struggle with the guilt and worry that we weren’t close enough for me to miss you as much as I do, and sometimes it’ll hit me all over again. Maybe I should move on, get over it, but, the thing is, I don’t want to get over it, because I’m afraid if I move on then that means I’ll stop caring and I’ll forget.

I never want to stop caring, and I can say in all honesty that I think about you every single day.

I guess all I really want to say is that I love you and I will always, always be Aunt Fatty.


Apr. 21st, 2008


I'd like to be under the sea

So right now, as I'm writing this, I'm listening to Octopus's Garden.

On a record player.

Now, it's from their blue collection [1967-1970], but still.

It's probably the coolest thing ever. Besides, of coarse, when my dad first set it up today and the very first album I listened to was the original [The Capital version] White Album.


The sound is absolutely amazing [thanks to my dad keeping such good care of his records]. I mean, listening to the beginning of Back in the USSR with the planes and whatnot, ugh. You just cannot get that sound from a CD or an mp3.


And he's got a really good turn table. It uses magnets instead of gears or belts, so you can stop it and play it backwards without hurting the turntable.

So I have in my possession [since my father gave me his collection of about 1400 albums and his turntable {I cried, not gonna lie}] the capitol{which has the original posters in it still, mint condish] and apple version of the White Album [the apple version is his crappy one, so it's thumbtacked to my bedroom wall, as is crappy version of The Jimi Hendrix Expeiriance] Revolver, Rubber Soul, the red and blue collection albums. Sgt Pepper [YES, SGT PEPPER<33], Abby Road, Magical Mystery Tour is somewhere, but I have to find it. I mean, he still has the booklet that came with it. Um, I think that's all The Beatles albums he has. I have. Whatever.


Apr. 20th, 2008


Know what I realized?

Paul annonced the break up of The Beatles on the 8th anniversary of Stuart's death.
I wonder if they picked that day out as 'the death of the beatles" on purpose...

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