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How much do you think dreams really matter?

My opposable thumbs and Y chromosome are intact, and I can say the alphabet backwards. I guess I should be thankful for the little things, but I'm not really.

Speaking of thankfulness, maybe Thanksgivings are disappointing no matter how you try to cut it. That's what I learned this holiday season. Well... from what I can remember of it. Details are fuzzy at best.



Every day I wonder a little more why I bother trying.

[Sylar was still a cat. And since he currently had free range of Jim's room, he was taking full advantage of it. Nosing around, tearing shit up (okay so he had torn up Jim's package of condoms to be spiteful. That was what he got for hiding them in his underwear drawer with the catnip. He even found a singular (thankfully) tribble lurking in the bathroom and killed it. That was awesome. He decided to share the experience with Jim by leaving the dead tribble body on his bed.

Even though he had broke the news to him about Sulu and ~set the truth free~ he... still felt a tiny pang of guilt in the remains of his conscience, if only because Jim seemed so depressed over it. But he could guess that that was more to do with his best friend lying to him instead of missing out on the prospect of scoring. Or maybe it was both. Whatever.

He knew Jim was coming back to the room with food soon, so he was waiting by the door patiently. You know what, he was really hungry so you could just fuck off.]

Hey, Kanye. How'd you like to go to a party?

A couple months.

I still can't believe it's been a couple months. I mean, there were some close calls, but...

It's still a big deal. I should probably celebrate that.

I don't like lying, but sometimes it's necessary. Sometimes you know that nothing good can come of the truth, and that's it's better not to even bother. But the truth will "set you free", right? So why not? Why not be truthful?


Because the truth "setting you free" is bullshit, and sometimes you end up dead. That's the short version.

I'm starting to wonder about the extent of my healing abilities. I can't even feel... never mind, I'm not going to talk about it.

Emo, when I go to Tranquility to clean up, I might just... stay there for awhile. Just a heads up.

I found a good vantage point.

I locked Elle in the basement.

I have a list of methods of disposal to try out.


And there are still no zombies. I've been waiting all day, and still nothing. Everyone else got zombies. This is such a disappointment. Of all the times for the community to skip me over.

I still haven't lost hope, though. These things usually run a few days, don't they?

"If you're calling, you who this is and what to do. ... Unless you're calling for Elle Bishop. Wrong number."


Text messaging enabled, picture messaging enabled, web browsing enabled.

Home again. Home, where I can be alone. Fun. I don't really like being on the Enterprise, anyway.

I wonder if anyone is going to remember.

It must be nice.

It must be nice for some people to be married and actually act like it. Not that I would know, since he's always gone, doing who knows what. And I do mean "doing" in its more vulgar definition. I did say I wasn't going to kill anymore, but I can make exceptions. Trust me.

I'm particularly disgusted with a few of you today.

Halloween costume acquired. Who doesn't love Halloween? A chance to be something you're not. As if enough people don't masquerade on a daily basis. I like it, personally. It's refreshing.

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1. A cutting, often ironic remark intended to wound.
2. A form of wit that is marked by the use of sarcastic language and is intended to make its victim the butt of contempt or ridicule.

Maybe one day you'll all learn.

And one more thing:

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Look at that. Online quizzes don't lie.

Maybe people really can change. Maybe it's possible to forgive. It's something I couldn't help but be a little on the fence about before. Especially this.

So, I... think that went well, all things considered.



[ooc: canon jumping to 3x09]

I think the easiest thing would be to pretend that yesterday never happened. So that's what I'm doing as of now.

( private to self )

This is amazing. I've never been more happy to be home with people who care about me. I can't stop telling them how much they mean to me. Dad, Peter... I missed them all so much.


It's a beautiful day. Without this community, I never would have known that I could feel this happy.

*updates this now that no one is looking*

Abolishing colors 'cause they're gay. You get paragraphs of varying length instead.

( words words words words )

It was a lie.

It was all a lie.

There are only so many times I can go through this "your entire life as you know it is a lie" claptrap. It's getting old.

( private to Eris )

Whoever told me that 4chan was a place for intelligent people was obviously lying. Or so stupid that it actually seemed intelligent to them. I'll just go with that.

I think it's charming.