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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 12:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:27 pm
Things had been going a lot better for Orion, until about a week ago, when he 1) Mysteriously came do with the worst cold none to man, 2) nearly had one of his piercings ripped out by accident, and 3) got fired for mouthing off.
Don't get me wrong, things were a lot better. He'd gotten a girlfriend aswell, and she was making Dante more bearable. In other words, she was a tough little b***h, and if Dante upset Orion, there'd be hell to pay.
But the cold was making him bitchy, as many things did, his lips hurt, and he wanted so badly to do something horrible to his boss.
That's what he and Rochelle (his girlfriend) were talking about now.
"I seriously think you should just leave it alone, Orion. You want to make everything worse by having the cops fine you for whatever reason?"
Orion just groaned in frusteration as the slightly older woman urged him to take more medicine, "Are you trying to make me OD? And I know I should, but since when have I ever listened to logic?"
Her silence answered that question well enough, and Orion sighed.
"I want to go out."
"You're sick."
"I hadn't noticed."
That earnt him a hard pinch to the leg, "You aren't going anywhere."
"I used to have friends you know..."
"And then you met Dante. Nothing I can do about that now, sweetheart."
Orion smirked at the bitterness in her voice, "You like him, admit it."
"I hate the b*****d."
All the boy did was sigh and settle back in his chair. It was worth a try, wasn't it? "Can we go shopping?"
"I thought I just said-"
"Please? I'm so bored here."
"If I hear you b***h about being bored one more time, I'm sending you to your mother's."
That was enough to shut Orion up. He waited for her to leave the room and got up. He'd go out anyway. She couldn't stop him is he wasn't there, right?
((How's that for shitty character development? He's got his fourth love-buddy. And I talk in these things way to much.
4laugh ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 11:40 am
I'm never eating chocolate again. Ever. It feels like there's something throwing axes in my stomach.
It hurts, in other words.
And the worst part was Rochelle told me not to eat so many easter eggs. It's not my fault those kids are so bad at find them and left most of them outside.
And it's not MY fault there's a gate connecting our yards.
Now I'm starting to hate the person who IS to blame. I can barely move without getting dizzy and wanting to throw up.
I'm going to blame the easter bunny for this ******** fluffy b*****d. Chocolate pusher.
Anyway, I'm gonna try and sleep it off.
~Orion.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:08 pm
I've, yet again, ended up on my own. I got tired of Rochelle and Dante. Yeah, that's my only excuse. They were constantly going at eachother.
I didn't have enough time to be depressed though. I ran into Makenna not two days after it happened. He's grown, and Gods is he gorgeous. He's still with Samsara's...brother? Well, he still lives with him, but I can't really care.
I took him to the amusement park, and found he'd quite friendly.
I'm going to see him again when I can, but there's family business I need to take care of first. I won't go into detail, as it's already annoyed me to the point of setting fire to a potplant to calm myself down, I'm not going to talk about it again.
I've been scary myself lately. For a few weeks, I've been thinking about children. Yes, children. Well, one. Not a family either, just a kid.
Scary, isn't it?
Can't see myself having a kid, even if I want one.
You know what's said? That's all that I have to say. I could keep going on about Makenna, but that'd seem obsessive, and I'm just interested at the moment.
Seriously, that's all.
Though, I'm a little turmed off by some of the things he said about his housemate, so we'll see how long I can stay 'interested'.
There'll be another entry soon.
~Orion.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:14 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 11:35 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:09 am
Journal,
Kenna went on a trip with his family, so I've been at home working on some things. Painting walls mostly. I've always loved doing that, don't know why.
There was one incident with a canary, some blue paint and one of my shoes, but otherwise it went pretty smoothly.
I ran out of rooms pretty quickly, so I went shopping. Found girly pants. Mm, yes. Girly pants. They were plaid, and I don't usually do plaid, but damn did they look good on me. So I got them, obviously.
Haven't worn them yet though. Must remember to actually do that this time.
Earlier this morning Luke got jumped on his way up the driveway. Daray had been waiting for him, and had attacked him with his new pencil.
We had to replace his old one, the other one snapped.
Anyway, he somehow managed to get it up Luke's nose, and it wouldn't come out. It was hilarious, to say the least.
It turns out Daray was upset because Luke ate the last of the cereal.
Anyway, I'm going to go down to the theatre and catch whatevers playing.
~Orion.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 4:08 am
words of Warning It has been a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 3 days to make a post up to my standards, or Orion will be taken away from you.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 4:39 pm
Kenna's gone off to some therapy place for God knows how long. I'm worried, yeah, but I'm also curious as to why he does this to himself.
I mean, if it's causing him this much grief, he should just end him. I like him, I really do, but I can't help but wonder how I always get involved in things like this.
It's not his fault, obviously. Mine, I guess, for stealing him away in the first place. I can only imagine what his ex has been putting him through because of this. But, judging by how that Samsara person is, or was...
Whatever. All I can do is wait for him to get back.
What I really think of the whole situation, I can't really put into words.
So, moving on, for now at least. My cousin's friend's son apparently went and wrapped himself up in a coccoon. Yes, a coccoon. He wrapped himself up in some sticky...gunk, and it hardened on his bedroom floor, so his dad can't do a thing about it.
I'm interested, obviously. Not every day someone ups and coccoons themselves. So I'm going to Damian's later, to look at it. Sounds boring, right? It probably is, but it's still cool.
Well, to me it is atleast.
I'm weird like that, according to Eithan. Which reminds me, he's staying here for awhile, because Mom's gone and disappeared on us. Either she's off on 'business' again, or she's crashed her car in another ditch. She'll turn up eventually, but he doesn't like being there with the housekeeper.
When the hell did they get a housekeeper?
Anyway, I'm off. Going to swing by Kenna's and see if Kitty's there, then go see the cocconed kid.
~Orion.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:41 am
Never ended up seeing the coccoon. I went by Kitty's and found out where Kenna was. She drove me there, and I got to see him.
It's safe to say it didn't go well. The little s**t had apparently turned right around and opened his legs for his ex. I don't trust him anymore, obviously, but we'll work on it.
I think he might be sorry. A big part of me doubts it, but there's always that chance. And he's got enough on his plate, I couldn't go and leave him.
As spiteful as it may sound, I'll probably just wait until he's gotten over himself.
Yes, I'm pissed.
But when I see him again, I'll bet you anything I'll be thinking differently. But for now, I'll satisfy myself by thinking of all the ways I can make him cry.
No, I'm not a very nice person.
But he deserves it.
Little s**t.
I don't know when I'll see him again. Probably not for another week or so. I don't WANT to see him again so soon. Ok, sure, I last saw him a fair while ago, but still...It's still too soon at the moment.
But before I get myself even more annoyed, I'll talk about something else. Luke's gotten himself a new b***h. I can't call him his boyfriend, because the boy is, quite simply, a b***h.
He does whatever the hell he's told, and I just want to smack him. It infuriates me that someone can be so damn weak.
And Luke's a right b*****d when he's around. Giving him orders, threatening to raise a hand to him if he doesn't do as he's told.
Of course, then I found out the little b***h was a masochist, and it kind of clicked. Because Luke never ACTUALLY did anything. It was all verbal.
Disturbing, really, now that I know. I watch it and know that some part of the kid is taking it in a sexual manner. Makes me rather awkward.
Sadly, I haven't got much else to talk about. I've gotten my hair to a length that I like it. It's just below my waist now. It won't be getting any longer than that, or it'll be hell to look after.
Eithan tried to get me to streak it. He wanted ME to streak MY already perfect hair. Can you believe that? It would completely and utterly ruin it.
And reading that makes me sound rather cocky, doesn't it? Hm.
I want to get another tattoo, but I think I've run out of room. They're addictive, I swear...Which I don't get, because they hurt like a b***h.
The only places I haven't gotten done, are my legs and places where is generally considered unsafe. And I don't want to tattoo my legs because I like them the way they are.
Ah well, I'll think on it later.
I've gotten over my pant phase, and I must say, thank God. A skirt never felt more comfortable. I don't know what the heck that was, or where it came from, but it's gone now.
My thing for boots is still here though. That I'm not complaining about, but I'm running out of room...Luke threatened to burn the fifteen or so pairs I put in his closet if I didn't find a new home for them.
Ok, that's all for today. I need to go buy some food.
~Orion.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 9:05 am
I ran into Kenna again a few days ago. Or something like that. I didn't know he was back, and it was a chance meeting on the sidewalk.
I wasn't mad.
I couldn't bring myself to hate him and everything he stood for at that moment. I admit it, I'd missed him...And seeing him again had been great.
It went well, this time. We talked, and it was normal. Or almost normal. It SEEMED normal, but theres no way it was completely, considering what we were talking about.
We ended up cuddled up and watching a movie. It happened so fast, it was quite shocking, but not at all unpleasant.
It's not like me to stick around this long, especially after I know what places he's been, but he's mine. I know that now, he's mine. And if he turns around and sleeps with that boy again, he'll still be mine.
I hope his ex knows that too.
Am I bitter? No, not anymore. I've been more places than Kenna has, it's pretty much worse than what he's done. I've cheated on people a hell of a lot more as well.
Now I know what they felt like.
And still all I can do is laugh at how ******** fun it was.
I wonder if Kenna's laughing? He doesn't seem the sort. He's nice. Nicer than me. I'm cold, by the by. Almost no heart whatsoever, only appreciating what other peoples bodies can give me.
For the most part.
It's different with Kenna.
I should tell him that. Next time I see him. Which will be in about fifteen minutes or so, hopefully. I'm going to go swing by his place.
~Orion.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 7:58 pm
So it's Halloween tomorrow. Which means lots of loud brats walking all over my lawn, trying to take the candy I bought with the money I earnt with hard work.
What have they done to deserve my candy, huh? Nothing, thats what.
So, I'm plotting something horrible, conniving and plain evil to do to them when they come.
They think Halloween is scary, then I'll give them something to really be scared about.
Little bastards.
Halloween sucks.
Apart from the creepy atmosphere for pictures. Which reminds me, I've been taking pictures of everything lately. It's a bit weird.
I need pictures of Makenna. I'll go visit him after and get some.
And God save me, Luke's listening to some crappy, old music. Bloody nostalgic vampire.
Oh! Idea! Heh heh. Little s**t kids...Luke'll have fun with them.
Is that too cruel?
I'll make sure he doesn't actually kill any of them, because the last thing I need is to have someone find the bodies of dead children on my lawn.
Though it would fit the mood perfectly, wouldn't it?
Why does Halloween make me feel sadistic?
Oh well. Its fun to think of all the horrible way to bring about the end of various people.
Very fun indeed.
Short entry. Should have another one in a day or two.
~Orion.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:53 pm
Y'know, journal, I think it's about time I start appreciating the pimp in me. Don't you think? I do. I got myself a wonderful, wonderful coat today. Nice and warm with blue fur all over.
I've also discovered the wonders of garter belts. Lovely, lovely things they are. They give me a chance to show off those thigh-high boots. Not to mention my undies, but that's not as important as the boots. Nice and black and strappy.
Ah, Kenna's moving in. I'm rather happy about that, too, we didn't spend enough time together before. And this way I can appreciate my pimp side thoroughly.
Got him a dog, too. Max. Adorable little thing. I thought I'd regret it, but I don't.
Luke's pissed off. Talking about moving. We got into a fight the other day, and I told him to go back to his child whore if he thought it was so hard to live here. He looked disgusted, which wasn't what I'd expected. Anger, maybe, but not disgust.
In the end, he decided to stay, but I haven't seen him in a few days.
Mother is coming around...she wants to meet Kenna. "Oh s**t" anyone? This isn't going to end well. As long as I don't serve alcohol, and she doesn't bring one of her many flasks, it shouldn't be TOO bad though.
Anyway, I'm going to go Christmas shopping for myself and Kenna.
~Orion.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:08 pm
I'll start this off with a very belated update on my mother's visit. I thought it would get worse as it progressed, but that wasn't so.
Nope. It was as bad as it could be, right off the bat. She seemed to think it was appropriate to wear something reminiscent of dominatrix gear. Not only was that embarassing, but it scarred me deep down in a place that can never be fixed.
Then she proceeded to interview Kenna on whether I was a good boyfriend, and telling him about all my bad habits.
I'd be lying if I said I enjoyed it.
Oh! I'm now officially associated with some whack-job Australian and his spastic daughter. I like her, she's a little cow. I say her father is a whack-job because he carries around what he calls a 'wand' and I saw him stroking it a few times.
And before you take that last sentence the wrong way, it was actually a thin piece of driftwood that the nut could've plucked off the beach minutes before I met him. He said it was special though, so I decided to just leave it alone and move along as quickly as humanly possible.
Anyway.
It's finally starting to warm up! Thank the ******** Gods. I cannot possibly tell you how utterly sick I was of waking up every morning to see that damn white powder on my lawn. Making risque snowmen is only fun for so long.
I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to see if I can go to the Bahamas for the remainder of this God forsaken season. Will of course take Kenna with me, if he's willing to come.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
Sex in a hammock, on the beach. Who can refuse that?
Not I, journal, not I.
Not that I am important in that choice. Kenna is. But nevertheless. Bahamas, here we come, and to this frigid place, I say, 'eat me' in the friendliest way possible.
~Orion.
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