In other news, a new rising star is trying to make her fame online. Careful, G. The higher you climb, the longer the fall. Her songs all seem to follow the theme of betrayal among friends. Is Miss Indifferent secretly a member of the Fabuli, or is it just a coincidence?
Sightings:
- LF putting out an ad on Craigslist for "anti-talent actors." I wonder what's in the script?
- G buying a brilliantly yellow maternity blouse. Is it for herself or for her cousin?
- E singing karaoke at Toons in Downtown San Jose, wearing black leather short shorts with a hot pink seam and a pale pink wig. In all that black leather, was he trying to copy Jeffree Star, or is he just a trashy Marluxia-wannabe?
- B on a bus in Downtown San Jose, with a cute pink-haired transvestite on his arm. Wonder who that could be?
- Princess C looking sadly at a gigantic blue and silver pendant around her neck. Thinking of pawning it for rent money?
- LF taking his new panda cub, Mookie, for a walk and being cute and annoying all over the place. Grow up, will you?
- U taking LF's other cub, Gregory, for a walk. Also being cute and annoying all over the place.
- U and LF taking bets on a little fight between the cubs. Aww.
- OS slipping something in Princess C's mead. A roofie?
- G calling C4 and playing nice to her mother over the phone. I didn't know you could fake an American accent. Or is it the Hungarian accent that's fake?
Keep watching, my kittens. Things are just about to get interesting.
Just so you know, I still know who everyone is. I was just momentarily dazed and thought I was in Hell for a few seconds because I didn't see any chocolate cheesecake, and everyone knows Heaven has an obscene amount of sweets. Therefore, Drepanon would have been an evil version of himself, which doesn't really make sense since he's a demon, but now he's a good demon! Or something... I don't know, I think I'm a little drunk. And I DON'T need to pawn my heartmate pendant for rent money--seriously, wtf?--because I'm not even the one who pays rent. If you're going to talk trash about me, at least get your facts right. Damn. Even Jenna does a better job of spreading rumors about me and she's more retarded than Brett Carmedy. Thanks for the tip about Oleander, though. I'll definitely watch my drinks from now on.
ReplyDeleteMy dear girl, it seems like you only believe what you want to believe. You say I'm lying and that I don't have all my facts straight when it concerns you, but when I mention your arch enemy, you're quick to believe it. I've got another tip for you: Lay off the bourbon. Your mind's becoming addled enough as it is.
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