Life, the universe, and EVERYTHING!
Theres been an uncommon amount of drama around here lately. Al's gone all asexual again, which is sad (There goes my chances of seeing her tits again) and Gabe's been oddly absent. Plus, we've got Hyde courting Gail entierly too much. Of everyone, she could domesticate him though, so that's interesting.
H: Excuse me? I'm sorry, but I refuse to be domesticated by ANYONE, especially not a pseudoangel.
Hyde, go make your own damn journal.
H: No. Besides, I want a drink. You're supposed to be tending bar.
...You don't accept anything I've made ANYWAYS.
H: And?
Go make your own damn journal.
H: Maybe I will. Just to spite you.
S: Z'ohmygods, will Hyde be all emo and angsty and "Gailll! *swoons*"?
H: ...no.
S: ...are you sure?
H: ...yes.
S: ...oh.
Gail: You two are using far too many ellipses.
S: And?
Gail: Just thought I should share.
Ok, LOOK! All of you, go deal with your own damn journals, and stay out of mine!
Gail: I haven't got one.
H: Neither have I.
That is hardly my fault. Out! Go...I dunno, read, or whatever the hell it is you do all day. *I* need to make something lovely and brilliant to piss off the reporters.
...right.
Anyway, I need a drink. Wheres the nearest pub?
Zaphod Beeblebrox!!
Current Mood:
I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox, baby!Current Music: Some weird musical...Hyde would know