...just sucks like any other year.   - Like Simba was the rightful king of Pride Rock, I am the rightful Editor-in-Chief of the newspaper.   - And that is a hard job.   - I can live without Paul.   - But it's harder than being the Editor-in-Chief.   - Ten times harder.   - But I can do it.   - ...I think.   - It's just too bad...   - ...that I still love him.   ...

...at in the corner of the spacious room. Directly next to it stood a large keg, where Mike currently stood filling up his cup.  Scanning the room familiar faces greeted from all sides including Mike, Paul, Sandi, Clive, Ryan, Colin, Brad, Chip, Caroline, Jim, Richard and Dan were all beaming and crying out greetings to the new arrivals.  “You’re the last” smiled Tony. Make yourselves at home. *****...

Im off to southampton really soon =D Meeting Steven at waterloo/on the train. Then Ellen and Paul on the train. Then Gaby at the station. And everyone else outside/inside the venue Im soo excited =D =D

...not sure if he had seen my but w/e) and sat not 20ft away from him knitting listening to my iPod. No real reason, I was just thinking a bit about things and trying to make a concrete decision where Paul is concerned (which I will get to in a bit). Anyways, when I had 10 minutes until my Psych class I approached Zach to chat a moment. I don't think more than 10 words were said before he said, "So...

We had just finished another gig, and I made my way off stage as fast as I could. George and I shared a mic and... I needed a drink. Fuck. Fuck it all. I didn't have enough money, not even for one beer...walked over to him, grinning. "Hey, you want to split a beer? I, ah, find myself only having enough for....oh about, a little over half of one." I forced a laugh, not really feeling in the joking mood

We all sat in front of a load of reporters, microphones in front of us. This was probably the worst part of being a Beatle: daft reporters. The first question was asked, a political one of course. "Where...as far as the draft is concerned in England?" John quickly piped up with a joke. "About five eleven." I snorted in laughter, hearing the others laugh as well. Maybe this conference wouldn't be too bad

http://www.flickr.com/photos/espressobuzz/2975828414/in/set-72157608388263250/ he liked. do not submit to Cake Wrecks despite weirdness of New England morphology. He also got Rock Band 2. How clever of Them to come out with this right before the part of year where NW people hole up at home and don't go out til April.

а вообще...мне вдруг захотелось, чтоб кто-то пофотографировал нас ...мы ведь уже не такие маленькие: НАМ уже больше 3х годиков =) за снимок спасибо моей любимой sovest_n  

Day: 10 Characters: Paul Morlock ( andgettingworse ), Reeve Tuesti ( felis_fidelus ) Summary: Paul's found a weak spot in Reeve's armor- and he intends to exploit it to the fullest. DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, 1st Rec, Orochidesu's office Status: Closed; Incomplete He was terrified. There really was no other way to put it; a nameless, faceless guard had appeared in in the doorway...

called. got his voicemail. left a message and felt like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet. i feel like i am always getting the short end of the stick.  for years it's been this way. when the...me like a real god damn person?  i am seriously never anything but nice and polite and i go out of my way to help others and i always get fucked over.  every single time. fuck people, seriously