I remember listening to this when I was younger.  I've been trying to find it for at least two years.

Listen.

Turn it on, turn off the monitor and listen.



Reason 475 why I love Baz Luhrman.  Number one still being the existance of Romeo + Juliet.

So then, this is my first update /here/ for almost...ehm...a long time.  Pardon me, I'm a little drunken.  Damn Cole, bringing over Meade for my birthday!! *grins*  Already starting out 14 times better than /last year/.  Course, I deserved that.  It was my own damn fault.

Which is why I'm writing this

but we'll get to /that/.

First things first.

Halloween was /so/ great.

Okay so building the house was stressful.

But it always it.

There were a few things done and said that drove me nuts.

And I expressed my annoyance with Lex a little.  

He's back in town and...okay well I've been there.  I think.  I've been in town.  Feeling like a failure (I was up for 2 months, not a year and a half) and had to come back to clear things up.  Deal with exes.  I mean, I had to deal with josh's WHOLE family like a day after I got thrown out. I mean...come on.  ran into them randomly.  And ... okay I'm being kind of a dick.  It's kinda like...I'm feeling like I'm bending over backwards to help him.  I called in favors to my mom to give him a place to stay, a place to work (or at least to get her to help him into a place but he had to take the initiative but she helepd him)  and such and trying to be there for him and all he does is complain about not wanting to be here.  You know... when I came back I had... my mom and diem.  That's it.  And people who actively hated me.  And I'm trying my hardest!!!!  And...I'm like...well...when I was feeling like he is...where was he?  Ya know?  And he told me "Well you didnt call me."  ... He was /there/ when I hit ad.  he knew I wouldn't be staying much longer...had to.  But... ... ... he turned it around and made it my fault.

Is it my fault??

I highly doubt he would've done much... I mean, he is my best friend but... *chews on her lip*  If he's not actively /there/ and involved (living with me or whatnot) he's just ... well he's gemini.  He's flighty and I love him...but I don't think much would've been done.   He had his job and his own problems.  Not to say I don't have my own problems... OH BOY do I... but... I don't know.

I'm not saying he's a bad friend... but I'm not feeling appreciated at all.

I'm feeling taken for granted.

I hurt myself calling in favors.  And concidering what a cluster fuck the move was...with my mom and actually moving him and such... I don't know....

I think I might just be being a bitch...

I don't know.

I feel like I need to stop it.

Im just being... I don't know

Like I have no right to complain or...whatever I'm doing.

I dno't know if I'm complaining because I didn't really expect much else... I dunno.. Just how it is.


Anyway.  The porch looked AMAZING after.  The outisde and in.  Lex and Diem did an amazing job outside, they really did.  And decorating the inside.

Mom and I are used to doing it in one day by ourselves and really, they did soooo well.

Regardless of the fact we had issues with the motion detector *GRRRR*


Hmm and yes.  I was a dead dolly.  I dressed up this year.

Lex did a great job with my makeup.  I was so appreciative.  At least I felt it.  It literally looked like Tim Burton made me.

It was DELIGHTFUL.  Everything.  I had this horrible dress my mama had that she cut off and such.  It was great.  It looked amazing.

I feel bad because lex didnt get much time for a costume and such.  Diem either.  But Diem was a part of the porch!  it was fun.

It was great

But... mmm...yeah.

Cole came over and gave me a bottle of meade for my birthday/Samhain.  It was so good.  Honey Wine. HAH.

So yeah I got a little too gone.  Half a bottle myself.

But it was okay.

And yeah.

As always all my family.  And Lex.  And Matt.  And Diem.

You know...that...*sigh* ... ... ...

This is why I'm writing this...

Because I still feeling it's /my/ fault Brandon didn't show up.

My mom invited him, you know.

It's /her/ holiday.

All for her.

And... I feel like because of me, he didnt show...

*frowns*

I feel so bad.

Like...okay, Brandon refuses to have a friendship with me.

That's his choice... ... but now I'm effecting other people.  My Mama.

Because of me, she can't have a relationship with him??

 ... because of me...

*sighs*


I tried to ask Lex and Diem about it.  I almost ended up crying.  Diem said it was like when I went to that housewarming when I knew Josh would be there.   I  chose to be an adult and go because it was for Nina and Tommy, not to shy away because he would be there.  Lex said it was like when he went to the bar and Brad was there.  he didn't leave because he was there...We both weren't going to let people ruin our fun or choose our lives for us.

 But... we're strong people.

He...isn't.

He chooses to wallow and hurt himself.  

Same reason he's still in the cities.

he doesn't want to fix his life.

He's going to accumulate debt until...whenever and never leave.

Only reason he left his parent's is because I offered him a chance.  An out.  And... I fucked up /again/ and put him in that situation.

I tried to give him a new begining in a new town... but ended up crippling him.

Fuck me...I'm fucking retarded.

I set him some place... and left him there.

And people are going "it's not your fault blah blah," but you don't know him.  It is my fault.  He would've been safer staying at his folks'.

 *sigh*

Anyway.

I feel it's my fault he didnt show to see Mama.

She invited him.

He should've come.

But he didnt.

And I feel like it's my fault... ... ...

I was hoping he'd come...just to say hello at least to her.

 ... ... *shakes her head....*

I'm fucking not only my life and realationships up....but the relationships of my loved ones.

And it didn't feel right not having him around and having Lex and M:tH around.

Like we were missing something.

It felt wrong.

I don' tknow...

And I never burried my thing...

Damnit.

I have something IMPORTANT I wanted to bury on the new year.

*sigh*

I had a good begining to my birthday other than that

and a great halloween

I hat diem, lex, cole, MtH...my mom, my siblings...

I still feel so badly.


Brian wished me a happy birthday when it hit midnight on his timezone, an hour ahead.

He's so sweet.

I'm so lucky.

Two men who love me...and both who understand and are comfortable.

Im so excited for the trip.

So excited for everything.

*sigh*

I'm tired.

I'm lucky.

I'm loved.

And yet I feel horrible about things.

It's so funny.

Not funny 'ha ha', funny 'oh damn'.


I should sleep.  I have work from 11-2 tomorrow.

Yes I work my birthday at Zadeo's South on my birthday so I can get Halloween off. *grin*

My birthday isn't that important.

Nobody remembers cept for some family and Lex.

But it makes it all the more special when someone does somehting small and sweet for it.

Like I remember one year Whin drew me a picture.

Stuff like that.

It's so sweet.

Makes me warm.


Okay I should sleep.

In ... three hours and 20 minutes, I'll be 23 years old.

*small smile*

I love it.



I'll put up pictures of Halloween soon.  Promise.


I love you all.

Yep.  I've branched over the myriad of feelings one can actually feel, several times tonight. 

So now I've reventured into generl anger/feeling wronged/tired of bullshit red tape.

You are inflicting red tape.

And you know who you are, I don't even have to speak a name.

Wrapped in fucking red tape.  Just wrapped in it.

So I'm tired being nice. I'm tired of being nice because it's just hurting me.  And makes other things awkward.

So fuck you.

Time to cut some dead weight.

You want out, then get out.  No more ghosting allowed.

Fuck you.  With something hard and sandpapery.

Everyone's been so damn gentle with you your whole life and you just take it.  Even me! And I'm thinking "What the hell am I doing!?"  Especially now.  And you know, I'm probably just feuling the fire...but I'm done with it. 

I'm /exhausted/ with trying to rebuild bridges with people who obviously don't want to help.

And at the moment, I'm feeling wronged.  A keen wronged feeling coupled with /wrath/ and /death/  soon followed by /rebirth/, most likely.  Because that's just how I am.

I'm tired of my blogs turning low brow because I'm side stepping people.  Also because I'm missing my friends and can almost feel my brain seeping out through my ears because I'm not speaking to anyone intelligent (okay that's not true, I speak to intelligent...but /quiet/ people...that doesn't work).  So I'm tired of it all. 

This is red tape that could be so easily avoided and people are refusing to do so because they're retarded.

*hold on...Queen just came on and I have to headbang to Behemian Rapsody*

Okay where was I?

Right.

Fuck You.

Fuck this red tape, technicality, fear bsed bullshit.

I'm tired of always being the first one to make a move. 

I'm tired of people talking to me but not actually to me, but through other people.

So, let it be known that I will no longer talk about the following subjects:
My pregnancies.
DC.*
What I plan on doing with my 'life'.
Ad.*
Other cities assholes*
My Father*

* - Where the subject in question has remained being an asshole to me while I've bent over backwards to accomodate them (including leaving my blog open for them to read and leaving one of them on my prefered reader's list).  Make an effort instead of just sucking mine up and we'll talk, but as far as I'm concerned, if you make no effort to stay in my life, you have no right to it.

It kind of makes me wonder.  All this time...all this time I've been feeling the cold death of mortality on my neck with Mike and Joel dying, the silliness of having fights and avoiding people...I was actually  two seconds away from calling my father up in an attempt.  And I've attempted contacting Ad, who still refuses to reciprocate, but sees fit to talk through my boyfriend to me, Which is bullshit. 

I'm so torn between things

Is it worth attempting?  I've made attempts.  I was even /nice/ to DC last time he bitched at me for something Diem did.

I'm torn between the need to spread as much love as possible because that's what I'm good at.  I'm good at spreading love to people, and many people at once.  It's what I do.  And it's not in an effort to become number one in their books, or anything so rediculous as that...it's because I know it's right.  Because the love you make is equal to the love you get, in theory.

Well where the fuck is my love?

I watch people like diem, people who are so amazing and good hearted giving their all getting kicked around by the people they're devoted to.

And here I am, talking to people and consoling them and doing little things like leaving my blogs open to the public and leaving myself open to bullshit like dumbass psychotic chelsea making commentary on my blogs so that /one/ person in particular can read it because if I set it as 'friends only' then he couldn't, and what do I get in return?   Even a glancing thought?  No.

It's the same thing with the others.  Ad, DC, my father.  They take and take and take.  It's what you do.  And I'm tired.

So you're afraid of me?  Afraid of making things worse so you randomly talk to people around me?

Fuck you.

Fuck you for being a coward and making me feel that much more secluded.  Like some fucking lepper. 

Avoidance has never been good with me.

All the little things that matter the most and the hurt the most.

If I could take back the love I've invested in these people, I wouldn't even do it.  That was my thing.  Love never vanishes.  It never tarnishes or fades.  It remains strong.  That shit is unbreakable.  It's infinite.  So why even fool myself into thinking that I'm gonig to stop loving my father or DC or Ad?  Because I'm never going to stop.  It doesn't work that way.

Love endures. 

And no, you stupid assholes who think that love comes in one flavor.  That's not it.

I'm always going to see what I saw in those people that I loved to begin with.  That's never going to change.  I'm always going to love the fun in DC, his carefree nature.  I'm always going to love Ad for his intellect and being able to make the people around him feel special.  I'm always going to love my father for all he's done to/for me and more.

That'll never ever change.

But because of fear.  Because of their fear and their inability to give a fuck and their need to wrap themselves in so much red tape that it drives me insane... And their abilities to just take and take and take... I'm done.

Until I see some reciprocation, I'm finished.

WHY!?  Why should /I/ do all I can to try and keep friendships forged and relationships going when all I get is spat at?

Fuck. You.

And the Horse you rode in on.


All this death and pain and hurt and frustration and loss around me and all I can do is think about these relationships I've lost.  And the people I've left behind.  Even going as far as Josh and D and others.  And thinking how rediculous it is to fight and avoid people and all this... ... ... And really that's the mindset I'm in usually.  I am very "forgive and forget" once my termultuous emotion settles down.  I don't /like/ losing people.  I don't enjoy giving away bits of my heart and never getting them back.  I don't like leaving things unsaid.

But right now...I am walking in a daze of confusion, fogginess and depression...and right now I'm angry.  I'm feeling the injustice in others around me.  And I'm feeling alone.

Because I am.

I am sitting in a basement in a house full of people I can't stand because they're killing eachother.

Diem's gone in wisconsin doing something for his ungrateful bitch of a mother.

Which leaves me.  Here.  Alone.

My friends are...ehm...gone.  Well, my best friend is going through his own termoil because of some fucking asshole and a few other things.  And...that's pretty much it.  Since my little cirlce of companionship has folded in on itself due to...well, the very reason this blog is in existance.  People's inability to push past anything and their need to wrap themselves in red tape.

It's hillerious.

People avoid me sometimes because they're afraid of my verbal wrath.

I don't blame them.

I can brand people with my tongue.  I've bled people dry.  You know how I am...I rip through whatever paper barrier you've constructed right down to the flesh with such ease.

And that scares people.

But you know what?  Ignore me for so long and that's what happens.

My irritation gets to me.

How long has it been?

And it's funny, because a lot of this was started because of no communication.  Actually, all three of those previously mentioned people are because of no communication.  Their inability to fucking just /talk/ to me.

It  builds up.

They don't even realize it, but the easiest way to fix all of this, everything...is just to speak with me.

You want to avoid my wrath?  Talk to me.

Don't make me hunt you down.

Don't make me cut my wrist and bleed across a page.

Don't make me break my back trying to build a bridge by myself.

It's so damn easy.

People see me as this enigma.  And in some instances, yes I am.  I am quiet.  I am secluded.  I am secretive.  But only because I've had to be out of necesity.  Because stupid people hurt.  I don't do anything halfway.  I pour my lifesblood into everything I do.  I do my best with everything I do.  I am intense.  Okay I am scary.

But I can also be gentle.  I can be forgiving.  I can be understanding.  I do everything I can to help people. 

This very blog is proof of that!

I don't know why the fuck Ad reads this shit.  But I know he does.  And I keep it here for him.

Yes, specifically for him.

I have other places I could write.  Give it to those who read this.  Give it to Lex and Jess and Diem and Bry and the others.

I could do that and avoid being aubjected to D's wrath.  Or Fucking skanky ass Miss Priss and her retarded redneck hick ass chewtoy.  Or DC's.

But no.  I keep it here for /him/.  Because I had it in my head that for some reason it gives him peace of mind.

Why?

For someone who can't even bother saying hello himself, or ignores every attempt to speak with him, or ever well wishing I give him... why the hell do I do it?

I'm putting my wrists out on a plank and handing him a razor.

I'm talking to Bry at the moment...talking about if I had a choice, would it be worth it to not hold anything close?  To not cherish anything?

I wouldn't hurt like I do.

But I keep remembering the joy of Equalibrium.

Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

I thrive off of it.

I thrive off of those variant shades of gray.

I prefer it.

Because it isn't the feelings that cause the pain.  It's other peoples choices.  emotion is a victim.  Victim to others.  Just as I am.  So hell...*shrug*

I'm fragile, dicks.  Handle with care!  Shit...

So...I'm done playing.  I'm tired of bleeding myself dry.  Feeling tired afterward and apathetic and these emotional breaks.

I still love them.

I cherish every single memory we forged.

I still keep keepsakes from my father and DC and Ad and the others.

Some of the best memories I have in my entire life include some of these folks.  And damnit I wish that things could be as they were but life moves.  Time thrusts on.  So you can either sit and long for the past or do something about it.

I spend a lot of time in the past.

But that doesn't mean I enjoy becoming stagnant and wishing for the past.

I like to keep moving forward.

But that doesn't mean I move on.

No, I enjoy forging new memories.

Fuck, do you think that just because Lex and I have been apart for so long and we've done our thing and we've had good times in the past that I don't want to forge new memories?  Hell no.

Forget it...

I'm getting tired with this rant because It's not making any difference to any of this.

It's futile.

But I'm tired of longing for the past and wanting relationships to reforge when the other person is most unwilling.

Keep your red tape.

This is such a simple situation and yet they refuse to remedy.

So screw it.

I haven't decided yet, but from here on all my entries will be marked as friends only.  And I haven't decided but I think I may just stop running them here.

For a while I ran them here because it was convenient because I did enough here anyway.  But it's just not the case.



In other news, I'm thinking about cutting my hair very short.  Not myself.  But have it done short.  But I'm unsure.  I still miss my long hair so badly.   And I'm going to dye it back to my indecisive brown. 

I'm seeking out more conversations with people about sexuality and such the past month or so, so that's interesting. 

Im excited at the thought that Lex might move back to rochester for a little while.

it's funny.  We all move up, then end up coming back when we're broken and beaten.

I'm glad for it.  And excited.  I've missed those times...walks to SA and fountain drinks and fires and bullshit on the porch and random talking about...whatever comes to mind.

It feels like my brain is starving for some musing out loud.  Living with quiet people and children does that to me.  I like teaching people things, but I miss /discussion/.  I miss /learning/ with him.like that conversation I had with Kia back in VA. Just musing about what things could be, mean, what we think...just shooting the breeze.  Tossing asside tabboos and just saying shit on the fly.  I loved that.  Nothing was off limits.

I have work tomorrow at the parlor from 11 until 2 tomorrow.   Diem goes in at 5.  So that stinks.  But oh well.  I like the morning rush.  The buffet keeps us busy.  I just keep hoping that dad doesn't drop by.  Though I'm on the south side and he lives on the north, you never know, and I know he eats Zadeos.

It's great there.  The other workers are...ehm...interesting.  But I like being in a place where we actually make the food and all.  I mean, we slice and cut everything ourselves.  Make the dough ourselves.  The sauce ourselves.  It's good stuff.  And the work environment is casual.  Hellfire! My 'uniform' is a tye dyed shirt.

Hm I think Diem's back from wisconsin.  Zoe's barking.

And surprisingly, I'm feeling pretty damn good right now.  I credit it partially to the music componant.  And the ranting.  And Bry talking to me during all this.  Heh, I'm complicated, but remedied easily.  HAH! I guess that's what I've been saying this whole time eh?  Simple talking the whole time.  Meh, let me rant, burst my bubble and makes me...

IT'S 11:11!!! Woot. 


a-anyway.  yeah don't know where else to go with this and diem's home so I"m back to my usually split attention, distracted, can't really write anything...shtick.

okay I guess this is where I get off, then.

I'm going to...I don't know.  Work on my cross stitch or play pogo.  Well probably not since...well yeah damn pogo for not letting diem and I both play.  And yeah, heheheh, I still play the account that Ad and I set up. Archaic Arcanum for lyfe *laughs*  I even renewed it because I'll be damned if all those badges Diem and I (and even a few Ad won) are going to hell.

You'll have to excuse me, I'm happy right now.  Havin' myself some crown and Dr Pepper and I haven't eaten today.  And after purging, I'm feeling very happy.


I've also decided that I'm going to be very upset with people if my wake is a somber event.

I've spent my entire life essentially in effort to try and make people happy.  If my wake was a sad and somber event, it would be completely contrary to my existance!  What a horrible send off!  You shouldn't even be allowed to get in without a bottle of liquor or drug or food or something to share.

I did put Ad in charge of my wake/funeral a long time ago.  And he put me in charge of his.  I would hope he wouldn't cop out on me even though he's a dickhead and wont fucking talk to me.  Ass.  Pickle fucking ass.  *laughs* Mmm clerks 2.

OH! Fun fact, it's almost been a year since I got tossed out of the loft.  11 months.  11 months since I lived there and 11 months since I punched Ad in his face and made him fall down because he told me he didn't want me in his life anymore.  At least, that's how I took it, and he walked away.  So yeah.

And Another fun fact, it's been over a year since Diem and I got together.

It's AMAZING how fast time flies.

Then again, I'm good with long term relationships.

I don't give my heart on a whim.  When I do, I mean to do it seriously.  Same with romantic love and my friendship loves.

Bry sent me this.  I think it's beautiful.  Some day I wanna be the kind of person where someone writes something for me, or just even dedicates a song to me or says "this reminds me of you"



As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to make a digital mix tape like I did before for Lex and fill it with songs that remind me of people and post it somewhere.

Stuff like that is sweet.  I enjoy it.

OH! I'm also very excited for something!  Well, for those of you who've worked with me, mostly just Diem since I think he's the only one who's worked with me before.  Oh...that summer at roscoes...but yeah.  Anyway...you'll know that even at my stupid pidly minimum wage job (that I love) I work /hard/.  I don't mess around. 

Well I was brushing my teeth in the mirror before I got dressed and I noticed that after a week of working at Zadeos and working like a madwoman that my stomach is flat and getting toned again.  I freakin' love it.  Very exciting.  I have a nice body anyway, (So ego trip a little there, but I'm not a stretched out skeleton and I have curves damnit and if you can't be happy with what you have, you're in trouble) , but this is neat.  Let's hear it for awesome metabolisms!

OH! Diem comes baring food!  Food is great news.

I can't think of anything else to really say.

OH! I found my memory card!!  Yay.  So that makes me happy.

I'm going to sit back, drink my crown and dr. pepper, eat my french fries and apple pie, listen to my rockin' ass music.

MUAH!!  love and stuff.

Okay, I don't mean that literally.  I mean, if you're old and such go ahead! More power to you, don't let me stifle your fun...but I swear...

A month ago Mike Brown died in a motorcycle accident.  I found out the next day.  He slipped on gravel and was hit by an oncoming car.  Helmet and everything didn't help him.  He was 23 and the president of VICA, good buddy of mine.  Worked with Diem's uncle.

Sunday, Joel Havlick died.  He was with his girlfriend, chillin' out and all.  And just...died.  Brain aneurism, apparently.  Just found cold on the couch.  He was the kick ass maintainance dude at Walmart North.  And the same age as I am. We graduated together.

Mike died because of a pebble.  Joel died because...why?

Because it was just their time I guess?

*sigh*  They were the nice guys, too.  I mean honestly, I know people say that a lot once people die, but if, say, Priss were to die tomorrow I'd be like "Eh, she was a bitch.  Death sucks but she was a bitch."  These were honest to goodness good guys.

Maybe what they say is right.  Only the good die young. I don't know...all of this is odd.

Old death never bothered me.  It's expected of grandparents and parents.  It's never easy but it's...somewhat easier because you've prepared.

This is different.  This has me awake for days on end.  Mike's I was awake for 42 hours straight.  .. I don't quite know how to process it.

People die.  We expire, it's what we do.  But when it's something so random.  So strange.  I mean...Joel was taking a nap!  And his girlfriend was probably just trying to wake him up...and he didn't.  He was cold.  ...

People say it all the time, afterall. "We could not wake up tomorrow" but they don't expect it to happen.  Nobody takes it seriously.  They all figure that there'll be a tomorrow and meh, whatever, we'll do it then.

But...*sigh* I don't know.  The world has been so strange lately.


I'm going to try for the wake...I'll probably see people I don't want to.  But I don't care.  Fuck them.  "I hate people but I love gatherings."  So Clerks.

I feel so bad for Joel's girlfriend.  She was with him when he died.  How...strange.  can you imagine that?  Trying to wake your boyfriend up and he's just  cold and dead?  I ... can't even imagine.

The sudden stuff is always the hardest.  The most surreal.

I know already that every moment counts, that you can go at any time, but when it hits like this is succession it really drives it home.  Age is no boundry.  We're all even on death's scythe.

I just hope they didn't have any regrets.

That's all I hope for them.

And that the people they were closest to remember them for the lives they lived.

Go out there and live, people.  Stop being so afraid.

As some of you know, I've introduced Diem to his first few RPG games.  How he went this long without playing one...I don't know.  He had some bad experiences early on, so now I'm soothing his ills and culturing his gamer side.

Well, we started out with Disgaea2, but after the loss of my data, I'm too depressed to start the 77 hour trial over again (Yes, I'm obsessive).

So, we moved onto Kingdom Hearts.  Yeah, I know, I should've forced him to play the Final Fantasies so he'd /appreciate/ all the awesom stuff in KH but oh well.  We bought KH 1 and 2 since they were cheep and there.

These are some things I caught us bantering on about today:

Moi "Fucking Winnie the Pooh.  You know, when all the other girls were obsessing over pigglet and Eyore when I was a kid, Rabbit was always my favorite.  He was kind of an ass."
Diem "Rabbit told it how it was.  For real."
Moi "Yeah, he and I were Homeboys."

Diem: Sora's kind of a dick.  He says nobody's home and he just walks in anyway.

Diem: Tells Pooh where Rabbit's stash of honey is. "DUDE! I didn't mean to do that, now I feel like an ass."
Moi "Way to go.  Way to just help Pooh on with his eating disorder.  Fattass teddy bear."

Diem: Goes out and picks a bunch of Rabbit's vegitables.
Moi: "Oh sure, first you give away his stash, now you're picking his garden."
Diem: "I told you! Sora's a dick!"

Moi: "You know, when you gave Rabbit's stash away, you're lucky he didn't cut a bitch, that's how we roll, you know.  bust out his nine and bust a cap in your ass."

Diem: Watching Eyeore drift down the river, "Dude it's a heartless, kill it!  Oh wait, it's Eyeore.  Heh, it's a Souless."

Moi: "Winnie the Pooh is tainting the youth of America.  Eyeore's teaching them it's cute and okay to be in a constant state of depression.  And Pooh shows them it's okay to have an eating disorder.  Fucking Winnie the Pooh."

Diem: After talking to Gipetto and getting dolls. *You have Obtained Yuffie!*
"Heh...heh...I 'obtained' Yuffie."

Diem : Going to the postbox to mail a postcard *You have Obtained Orichalcum*
"Dude! I've Obtained Oracle Cum!"
Moi: "Wh-what!?"
Diem: Points "Look! Oracle Cum!  How else are you supposed to say that?"
Moi: "Ehhh... Or-i-chal...eh.."
Diem: "Oracle Cum.." Singing now "I've got Orical Cu-um. I've got Oracle cum.  It's all sticky and round!"

Moi "I wonder if they have Oracle Pre Cum?"
Diem "Like a 'pre' before the 'orichal' part?  Yeah, it could be like a mythril shard as opposed to a mythril gem."

Diem: "So where's my Yuffie?"
Moi: "I don't know, I thought it was a doll or something"
Diem: "I don't have it in my items..."
Moi: "Hmmm..."
Diem: "Heh, do I have to equip her? Like, Equip her beneath me?"
Moi: "Equip her beneath you, use her up and never call her in the morning?"
Diem: "Yep!"

Yuffie: "...You'll have to show me how it's done!"
Diem: "Yeah, I'll show you how it's done..."
Yuffie: "I sure envy you for seeing a keyhole!"
Diem: "Yeah, I'll show you a keyhole."
Moi: "You're so weird...have a thing for sweet jailbait ninjas."

Diem:  Once we finally figured out that they weren't dolls, they were ships, he's flipping through his ships.  Finds Cactaur "What the hell is that!?"
Moi: "Oh, it's a Cactaur!"
Diem: "A /what/?"
Moi: " A Cactaur.  hee hee...cocktaur."
Diem: "Heh... Cocktaur..." flips to Yuffie's ship "Cocktease."


And of course...
Tree Hugging Solphin says, "You know, of all the Winnie the Pooh characters, Rabbit was always my favorite.  He told it how it was.  He was my homeboy."
nails says, "He died alone."
Tree Hugging Solphin says, "probably by his own hand.  Pooh drove him to it."


Yum.