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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 7:12 am
This is Jan_Jan07's and Marcus's journal, please abide by their rules and do not post unless asked to do so.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 5:19 pm
Sians Hawt!
Also Known As The Table Of Contents
heart Sians Hawt!
heart A poem
heart Over easy?
heart Look at the pretty lady...
heart A stitch in Time
heart One is silver
heart And the other's gold
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 1:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 1:25 pm
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling... Name: ???? Gender: Male Breed of Mysterian: N/A Hair color: N/A Eye Color: N/A Gaurdian: Jan and Jan's mate Sian. Likes: Rolling, flattening the cookie dough to be cut Dislikes: Hot water, Sian O.O Romantic interests:Favorite toy:Favorite book: See Spot Run.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 1:29 pm
You Know You Love Me Name: Jan Sex: female Eye Color: blue Hair: Black Personality: She doesn't have one. Mate: Sian Children: Likes: Coffee, hot chocolate, beats, Mysterians, Sian Dislikes: Tofu... Favorite Color: Sian
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:50 pm
We go together like Ice cold Milk and an Oreo cookie.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 4:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:06 pm
Egg's the good times. They can't talk complain or date. They're simply just there for you. Was enough to find and somewhat troublesome at times as though they've already reached their terrible two's. It's hard not to love him. I've a feeling we will get along fantastically. I got some flowers from Sian the little bugger accidently knocked them over broke the vase she gave me as well. I hope he's not this clumsy when he gets older. Then again if he is he probably got it from me his darling mum. Grom here on out relation ship can only get better. Learnign new things about one another as our relationship deepens .
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 4:32 pm
My poor baby who at this moment is being reffered to as marcus. I feel I need to get to know him better before I can give him an actual name. He's slightly angered with me after I have thrice dropped him into a tub of hot water. Almost boiled my poor baby to death. I hope eventually he comes around. And by come around I don't mean sneaks around a corner and trips knocking me unconcious again. I'm trying to be careful to watch where I'm going. He enjoys rolling out the cookies dough when we do make sugar cookies. He's not very good at frosting them yet be he can flatten the sprinkles into the frosting so they don't fall off. I find that to be very sensible of him. I don't think he likes sian much...He tends to knock oover her pictures alot and disposes of them in the mud... Not that I'll tell her that.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 4:26 pm
Ah the hustle and bustle of christmas is over. My egg and myslef had a grand old time. Baking cookies like I used to do when Daemon was an egg rolling out the dough and cutting them. Back in the day. I must admit my own egg was a little less skilled in this area. he seems to enjoy bathing in grapejuice. Odd but I allow it seeing as I'm looking to have that whole cool mom thing going for me. Egg who is still being refered to as marcus simply because it's a cool name has a little bit of a problem with telivision and the fridge at this moment... Ever the problem child it seems he took great offence when the incredible edible egg commercials came on and even greater offence when I was caught with a bottle of eggnog in the fridge. (That of course was blamed on Sian...sorry love) Our christmas seemed to revolve around television really. I really feel I got through to him the other night in our first heart to heart.
Jan had just finished watching another show and retired into the kitchen to feed her baby who sat their silently as he usually did simply floating in the purple fizzing liquid of grape. Perhaps his odd and somewhat quirky behavior wasn't simple in his nature, perhaps there was something behind it.
Jan sat down staring at him seriously. She'd rehearsed this god knows how many times. "Marcus, I know you try your best in life and that may be easy now, but some day people will ry to presure you into doing things. I know it won't be easy a the time, but it will be in your best interests to say no. Brinking and doing drugs it won't make you cool it won't lead you to happiness. I know you might not be ready now to talk about it but when you are I will be ready to listen."
With that done Jan had once again returned to her room to eat her feelings and watch another season of friends and maybe will and grace. It didn't really matter what was on as long as something was there. She left behind a very confised Marcus who by the end of the night had been left soaking and forgotten was tinged a slight purple color due to lying in the purple beverage for over 12 hours.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 7:49 pm
((Take this slowly one decent catch up post at a time...
If nothing else they are al least somewhat ammusing.))
Marcus had sat unflinchingly and watched many stupid movies with Jan before, but this one topped the charts...or so he thought. It was odd for an egg he had no eyes but he knew things. Peter Pan was the movie and Marcus found himself strangly connected to the one called Tinkerbell. A small fairy, only allowed one emotion at a time, in love with someone she couldn't have. He then decided to list their similar attributes.
Marcus and Tinkerbell
1. I feel were are both small I know eventually Jan says I will grow, but for now my size hinders me.
2. I feel for the most part one emotion at a time. Strongly that is. Weather it be hunger for food, thirst for the drink or, abhoring that womyn Sian one single thought or emotion can only be contained in my mind at a time.
3. This might be the hardest to admit. We both love someone we can never have. After many wakeful hours one night I realized I love Tinkerbell just as she loves that blasted Peter. I however cannot have her just as she could never have him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 8:08 pm
((Catchup post two...Woot Jan's on a rolleyes ))
Jan sighed once again. Marcus had been acting weird again. She'd grown accustomed to him stealing all her pictures of Sian and dismerbering, burning, defiling them. Now that that wasn't happening and all her pictures remained in place she had no idea what could be consuming his thoughts. A new hate for someone not Sian? Hopefully not her...no I couldn't be her. All Jan's self portraits were still in place. However their place was high on the mantle where she doubted it was possible for Marcus to even reach.
She say eating out of a tub of ice cream rather lazily. She seemed to do that alot lately. A bored look graced her face however underneath she still half heartedly tried to wonder waht the small egg could be doing in his room. Ha that had been a mistaking giving him his own room. Then again he couldn't have stayed in her room after what always happened.
Jan would come home and enter the shared room only to find strips from the sleaves of her shirts missing. Marcus had wanted to wear a head band. Daily she would come home to find her wardrobe draped about different peices in different places. It was unsettling to say the least, but nothing she couldn't handle. Eventually one day she'd came home about 1/2 of each sleave had been removed by now. She'd simply stared down at him and sighed," If you keep that up I'll have no sleves left come next season."
Marcus had simply not cared and responded with a drole tone,"Heaven forbid you people see your arms."
Jan had just shrugged and walked out not really caring clothes were wasy to find.Perhaps she could purchase some jackets, jean jackets not easy to rip.
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