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[xp_scorpion]

Okay. Not even sure how to start this, but yeah. There's a lot of stuff going on right now and my shit seems pretty minor in comparison, but I guess you can say getting stabbed (again) gives you some time to wonder about stuff. And this time, it was a broken beer bottle that was the culprit. And from what I remember? It wasn't even my fault.

Anyway, I guess you could say the question is 'What do I do now?' It's kinda up there with 'who am I?' And I guess both are pretty valid questions. I mean, I had a pretty good idea of what I was, a punk, a runaway, a killer and a thief. Though to be honest, the killing thing is always accidental.

Then, not too long ago, my birth mom shows up out of the blue and says that's exactly what she's always wanted me to be. I have to admit it was as funny as hell that she was all upset when I wasn't 'happy' about all her cracked ideas. I got another name out of it too, I've looked the damn thing up on baby naming sites and haven't been able to come up with anything for it.

So, among the smarter of you, any of you have any idea what 'Thanasee' means?

And I need to find better ways to spend my time. Apparently the hanging out in bars and watching drunks make idiots of themselves isn't going to work anymore. Which sucks, because I like dingy biker bars and idiots. But then some moron had to go and shove a glass bottle in my tits.

So yeah, I need a new hobby. I'll take suggestions and it better not be anything stupid like shuffle board or curling.

Also, I've been thinking about taking the GED tests and after that maybe trying my hand at college, but I'm seriously lost as to what I'd be any good at. Science is right out of the question, it's always bored the hell out of me.

Other than that, I'm clueless. Fuck, I don't even know if I could pass the GED test.

That's all I had. Other than I hope no one else here gets to be stabbed by a broken bottle. It hurt. The only highlight of that has been bleeding all over Jake. Who I'm sure liked it, because I bet he's freaky like that.

And this was too freaking long.

Comments

[x-cynosure.livejournal.com]

Ignore the snarky man, Cammie. He's pouting because I would rather spend the evening in than try to collect speeding tickets with the car.

[x-scorpion.livejournal.com]

I'll go bleed on him. It will make him feel better. >:)

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

Oh good. They're ganging up on me.

As much snark as I got while you were busy bleeding on me, I feel entirely justified in giving back now that you're not dying. Unless you'd rather I come bleed on you for a while.

[x-scorpion.livejournal.com]

Your blood doesn't scare me in the least. I mean really, do you even HAVE blood?

Besides, if you came to see me right now, I could always be bleeding. I have to stay here one more night because of a chance of blood. :P

[x-cynosure.livejournal.com]

I solemnly swear that if Cammie ever has to stitch you back together that I will defend you against all comers.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

If Cammie has to stitch me back together, something has gone very, very wrong. That said, the sentiment is appreciated.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Are you bleeding on people again, Jake? I thought we talked to you about that.

[x-scorpion.livejournal.com]

OMG, he has blood? This time, I was the one bleeding on him. He's just a wuss about it.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

He is indeed. He didn't faint did he? Because I'll totally never let him forget it if he did. Fake trophy wives need to keep their husbands honest, afterall. Namely it involves e-mailing him during the work day to mock him horribly.

[x-scorpion.livejournal.com]

He came pretty close. But you can pretend he did if that makes things so much more amusing for you. ;)

And, because I'm evil and stuff. He does a shotty job at stitching too.