hm? No, I just wanted to make the previous journal disapear. I wonder where your presents went....


Adventuring"Are you ready to go?" No "Good morning", no "Sorry for waking you". At seven in the morning on a cold, January Sunday, I wasn't ready to go anywhere, except maybe back to bed. I couldn't do that, however, because Bastian, a very insistent six-foot-something Latino, was standing at my door, impatiently waiting for me to join him on some unplanned and mostly unannounced adventure downtown, or wherever the next bus goes. My only warning came ten minutes before my friend, in the form of a phone call.Adventuring
Nick (barely awake): Whuh? Bastian: Hey, it's Bastian. You doing anything today? No? Okay. I'll be over
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Please.
Fear my randomness and my awesomeness.
I beg you.
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Even I am edible, but that, children, is called canabalism, and is frowned upon by many societies.
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Please.
Fear my randomness and my awesomeness.
I beg you.
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Even I am edible, but that, children, is called canabalism, and is frowned upon by many societies.
HAPPY NEW YEAR DESU
HAPPY NEW YEAR HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAPPY NEW YEAR DESU
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Please.
Fear my randomness and my awesomeness.
I beg you.
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The world sketched in the dream
I want to unfold it before your eyes
That's why I'm not afraid of tomorrow
My beloved season calls me
Because I always feel you in me
~Season's Call by HYDE
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Please.
Fear my randomness and my awesomeness.
I beg you.
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Even I am edible, but that, children, is called canabalism, and is frowned upon by many societies.
._. how's your life with gergeous uniform and stressing schoolwork and one person missing and blablabla.
BLAR.
;-;
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Please.
Fear my randomness and my awesomeness.
I beg you.
How's life naked, without schoolwork and missing 7,560,592 people?
And I'd grope if there was something to grope.
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Even I am edible, but that, children, is called canabalism, and is frowned upon by many societies.
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