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Post by Gil Alexander on Aug 18, 2006 9:17:26 GMT -5
Just thought I'd create a journal, because I'm that cool. ;D Except not.
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Post by Gil Alexander on Aug 18, 2006 9:20:30 GMT -5
So yeah, I've been gone every other week for the past month and I'm tired of travelling. Too much time away from the ones I hold near my heart. Except I got to meet Frosty on Saturday in real life! I'd like to have everyone know she's an awesome person, funny, and her mom is too. Teehee ;D I had a chance to meet Den and Froggy too, but that didn't work out. Ah well. So yeah. I think I'll end this entry with a dance number.
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Post by AshVersion2 on Aug 18, 2006 13:51:04 GMT -5
WOOT!
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Post by Gil Alexander on Feb 11, 2007 22:09:56 GMT -5
I'm back. I think. I doubt I'll be posting as regularly but I see there's all these newbies which is AWESOME. I'd love to meet all y'all cool cats. So yeah.... I think I'll start writing in this journal, but in poetry or flash fiction form. I don't know. I'll make it interesting. And I got to go for now; the Grammy's are on. ;D
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Post by Jayda on Feb 11, 2007 23:04:46 GMT -5
*cheers and dances* Gilly's back, Gilly's back! We missed you!
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Post by Angie on Feb 11, 2007 23:13:43 GMT -5
Back? Prove it. ;D
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Post by AshVersion2 on Feb 12, 2007 6:28:57 GMT -5
Yeah, prove it! *glomps*
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Post by Gil Alexander on Feb 12, 2007 21:49:22 GMT -5
;D You'll just have to take my word for it. Mondays are a drag. A rabid cat with brown black fur jumping around your shoes and tearing at your pant leg, eyes spinning, drooling hot soap. THAT is Monday. When I finally get home after an eternity in a cubicle, I have to go to my wife and act husband, and then to Lonny and Lenny and act daddy. Finally they go upstairs, kids to bed, wife probably reading up there somewhere. Now I can drink my coke and watch my TV. Jesus. Maybe see some of that sweat go away. The air conditioner provides just enough air. I close my eyes; let the cool soothe my eyelids. When I open them, they stare at the television. I don't try to understand what ever show is on; I'm too tired. Instead, my eyes are just occupied by the faces, shapes, colors. They help me relax. They're my pills. All-around American talent.
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Post by Emily on Feb 14, 2007 12:07:49 GMT -5
You're MARRIED?
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Post by Gil Alexander on Feb 14, 2007 12:23:28 GMT -5
LOL! No, I'm not, that was just flash fiction meant to describe my mood.
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Post by Emily on Feb 14, 2007 12:25:11 GMT -5
Lmao get me panicking here Gilly why don't you not!
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Post by Gil Alexander on Feb 14, 2007 12:27:49 GMT -5
LOL I'm sorry Pink!
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Post by Gil Alexander on Feb 21, 2007 21:56:23 GMT -5
My friend's house burned to the ground yesterday afternoon.
This was written in response to that.
In a dense jungle, a tree loses its last elastic grip with its roots and snaps as it sails through the air, twisting down to crush the underbrush. It makes a noise.
But only barely. The explorer, Thomas Lackety, thinks it's only a dense twig snapping under his foot somewhere. He's a few miles away, and will encounter the tree wreck this afternoon but barely even take notice of it.
Besides Sir Thomas, there is a family of chipmunks that live in a hole in the ground, amde of displaced into wet leaves and mud, now under the corpse of the tree. Right now they are scurrying about, crashing agains the closed opening in the dark, black eyes wide, blindly searching the bleak blackness for a light. They're trapped. The male is left outside, still looking for some twigs and plants to feed his family. His family will die of starvation in exactly seven hours. There is a tree where his hole was, and by nightfall he'll have found another home.
That is, if the jaguar doesn't find him first. It's crouching a way away, all of its senses clear already from the sudden change of scenery. Licking its lips, it's searching that hole again. It moves quickly, with agility and acumen. There is a 75% chance that it will find and eat the lost chipmunk. There is a 50% chance that an airplane will crash through the forest and knock another tree down and crush the jaguar.
Same old things that are done every day. And that's all I have to say about that.
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Post by Emily on Feb 23, 2007 10:52:35 GMT -5
Gilly... *hugs* I hope stuff gets sorted out for your friend soonish. My mum's close friend has had half of her house burnt away 2 months ago and she still can't move back in because of smoke damage and danger.
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Post by Gil Alexander on Mar 20, 2007 15:00:52 GMT -5
Today I found out that there's a flower called the Gillyflower. ;D
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