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Tue, 25 Nov 2008 06:50:17 GMT

A while ago, I found myself running into my brother, who was beaten and bloody. Someone hurt him terribly. Mom ended up arriving and took care of him where I couldn't. For being the older brother, I'm pitiful at it. I can't believe... ugh.

I need to do something. I need to get stronger. Despite dreams, despite ~~lusts~~ other things, I must circumvent my previous aversion to violence, I think...

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Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:25:54 GMT

...how unusual. I think I'm seeing things.

Has anyone seen my lousy brother at all? His name is Dante, and you can smell him a mile away with his horrible cologne choices.

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Sun, 05 Oct 2008 03:28:35 GMT

Since heading to university, I've realized a number of things. One being that television is hardly as important as making money is, and maintaining a social life is only important for networking. Last night I was at the most lovely gala down in Luca, which was for an opening art museum, and it seems I might be able to get an internship there come the holiday break. It's such a wild difference from high school, and the simple fact that I've been able to do this without mom or dad holding my hand...

How is this Augusta evening doing for everyone else on the network tonight? Beautiful October weather we're having...

Wow.

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:58:08 GMT

It's been a long while since I've used one of these. I... I've been kind of caught up with a job as of lately. It's not much, just a simple butcher's assistant job, but it's something! It pays for the rathole I live in now, and food, anyway.

I wonder how Trish and Dante are doing? Especially Trish, but... They both did a lot for me.

In other news, I've been feeling kind of jittery, but I'm sure it's nothing, huh? It always turns out to be nothing, fortunately.

Here, have some man-ass.