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(no subject) [Jul. 10th, 2005|12:42 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
Ahh, it's fantastic, I love it all. No, it's very funny actually. Certainly some of the slash fiction I've read over the last couple of years has raised a few eyebrows. It's just highly amusing that anybody who's got such an imagination can come up with such a bizarre storyline. Percy and Oliver Wood, those seems to be the most popular ones. Someone sent me one about Percy and Ginny� Now that was wrong! It wasn't nice. Some of them are very good stories, especially the slightly less revoltingly dodgy ones.

So he's read slash. Groovy for him.

Then again, this is apparently him, doing the Rocky.

And, speaking of which, 'tis the twins, protesting a bizarre secret vice of mine. They have scary big eyes.
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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2005|10:20 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
Just a bit of slash that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I like warm and fuzzy.
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(no subject) [Jun. 24th, 2005|05:11 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)

Oh. My. God.

Why did nobody tell me about this? I'm not sure whether to be thrilled or scared. Either way, I didn't see it happen, so I'll assume that she was good.
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(no subject) [Jun. 24th, 2005|05:03 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
Somehow, seeing my silly doodle in the user info will never cease to make me giggle a bit. A bit like a loony.

In other news, I bought Pop Rocks for the first time today. Enough said.

Oh, and a Sugar Daddy. (As in a really sugary dentist's nightmare of a lolly, not as in an older male benefactor.)
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(no subject) [May. 30th, 2005|05:03 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
As for me posting your answer to the question of having a YO orgy, Mason, the only reply recieved is: "Young Ones orgy... Ooh, how freaky... "

And, really, it kinda is.
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(no subject) [May. 26th, 2005|09:43 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
Guess what I do not have? Diabetes! Well, that is good. (Went to the doctor's again today to find out what the heck is wrong with me, and they looked at the blood tests from last month and because they showed that I had no diabetes even thought I have the symptoms apparently, I am diabetes-free! Whee! And mono-free, too!) I have also lost three pounds since I was last in there, which is apparently not natural, but I wasn't trying to either. I just never eat because I've been sick. Hence the doctor.
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(no subject) [May. 25th, 2005|03:12 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
Mildly interesting article for all you Hed heads out there . . .


Except, uh, I can't because, you know, Florida is kinda far and all. But I'd have fun.
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(no subject) [May. 24th, 2005|01:24 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
[mood |fatalistic]
[music |the clicking of the school computers]

For the past couple months, I've really felt like just dying. I haven't been depressed, per se, just really sick of existing. Especially in a world that so . . . so . . . Indifferent to my existance. I don't want to go on merely existing, the world doesn't care that I do exist, and there was never really any point to it, was there? I don't know what normal people feel when they stop and think about their futures, but I kind of think nothing. Because I don't have a future. I don't have one and I don't want to ignore that fact any longer. It's not just a merely a case of not having the skills/intellect/capacity to get a job, because that isn't the case at all. It's just that there's absolutely nothing in the world that I'm fit for. Nothing I cold possibly do. There's no path left open to me, so I've been spending the past few months going down some bleak path to a dead end.

Which is. of course, why Stanley has to die. Because I am Stanley. Or I would be, if given half the chance. But circumstances prevent that . . . My sex (if not my gneder), my parents, my looks . . .


And I'm running out of long-sleeved shirts.

In other news, love sucks. I'm not even in it, and it sucks. I'm not even in like . . . Well, I don't think I am. At any rate, I'm not as in like with Brit as I think I'm supposed to be, but that's all right, because she's not particularly in like with me either.

"How long can we delay? We're just a habit, like saccharine. And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue . . ."
~P. Simon, "Overs"
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(no subject) [May. 23rd, 2005|05:12 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
[music |some song I don't know stuck in my head]

You scored as Freddie Mercury. You are Freddie Mercury!! You are the lead singer of the band and in my opinion have the best vocals in the world!!! Even though you have passed away everybody will always remember you.


Freddie Mercury


John Deacon


Roger Taylor


Brian May


What member of Queen best describes you?
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SKOR! (Okay, I know. That's a candy bar. It's got toffee in it. It's good. Kelle bought me one on Sunday because, well . . . I dunno. But for the rest of the day, she kept going, "SKOR!" Yeah. That's about it.)

I just watched "St. Elmo's Fire." Dammit, that movie was too . . . Uh, well, I somehow ended up depressed by it, but uplifted at the same time, and then feeling like I should watch "The Breakfast Club" again.

I have so much crap to do, but I don't want to do any of it. I'm sick of the whole school scene and I'd rather just sit here and hope my leg breaks itself so I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I dunno, I just feel so horribly pointless, like I should stop working or trying to hold onto anything or anyone because it's all going to end really soon, so there's not much point anymore. Oh, how horribly fatalistic of me to say. But true. That's the problem, of course. I mean, I got through so many years of school without bothering with the whole having friends thing, but now that I'm graduating . . . Oh, well.

Pete tossed one of the greeting cards to Nevi. "I hate this picture."

He glanced at it. It was one of those awful thinking-of-you-because-you-make-my-life-complete deals, with a pair of lovers embracing under an apple tree in full bloom. "Because it's complete sugar-coated sap designed to make us think that love is somewhat like being mildly stoned in a flower shop?"

Pete smirked and shook his head. "No. It's because I'm always the fucking tree. I always have to watch the lovesick teenagers hanging all over each other and--"

"Join the club," Nevi muttered and tossed the card over the display case. "But, hell, life isn't a Brat Pack movie, you know."

"You're a comfort, you know that?" Pete sighed and ran his hand over the remaining cards. "I don't think we'll find a card for Reg in here."

Nevi snorted. "Yeah. None of them come with coke."
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2005|09:29 pm]
Glenn (The Last Leper Messiah)
[music |"Joey Baby" by Concrete Blonde (in my head)]

A couple of notes from last night's truth-or-dare game . . .

-Kelle is not opposed to the idea of bondage.

-Brit wants to have sex before leaving for college, but not with me. (Well, at any rate, she says she and this dude are probably going to.)

-I do not have an answer to the question: "Who do you most want to have sex with?" (I eventually said with Marilyn Manson. Mind you, I got asked right after Kelle's bondage confession, so my mind was still on kink.)

Oh, and I bought a lighter. Mason, that was what I was on about earlier. I've decided that keeping you in suspense is really boring. I was going to buy the purple-and-pink one that had the triangle and said "My parents said I could be anything, so I became a lesbian." But I bought a much more simplistic one instead. And it's refillable and all, so when I run out of fire, I'll bum more lighter fluid off Kelle, 'cause she bought a bottle of it with her ubersexy ankh lighter. Or just buy some at the Zippo(?) store that's apparently at the mall. But I have no money. Grrrr.

Brit kissed me twice in front of Kelle. Rock on. She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was never around for it though. She was apparently always off getting my purse the ocean or something. See if I ever trust her with my personal belongings again. Now my cell phone doesn't work. It got full of sand and water.
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