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[05 Aug 2006|03:37pm] |
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[Locked to the Est]
I am so CLEARLY bored that I have no idea why nobody is doing anything about it. Bastards, they're all bastards, YOU'RE all bastards. I had a bit of rather illegal fun last night - not much, don't fret - and got the shit slapped out of me by an annoyingly inexperienced little moron the night before, but that wasn't today. Was it.
Somebody, please - just talk to me, at least? Go out for drinks with me? I have no ulterior motives unless you want me to. I just need something to do.
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[12 Jul 2006|12:17am] |
((Just got around to posting this in Brian's journal. Already been posted in Carlos'. Ack.))
( Carlos D and Brian have a smoke )
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[26 Jun 2006|10:17pm] |
[Locked to Est. members]
So, I've been away for quite some time. I'm sorry about that; my mum had a bout of responsibility and invited me home for a spell, and then I took Stefan here and there to get his mind off of the boy who was stupid enough to break his heart. (Last time I heard, Nat was in hiding - he better. I stand by what I said earlier about burning his eyes out with a cigarette.)
In any case, I'm home now, and quite caught up with album and tour matters. Anybody care for a night out? Or more? I'm bored, horny, and still all pent up from having spent so long with my family. (I love them dearly, but only from a distance.)
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[01 May 2006|02:44pm] |
To: trent.reznor@establishment.rpg
From: brian.molko@establishment.rpg
Subject: hey man, you fucking owe me a drink
Actually, I think you owe me a round of them. You lost our last bet, remember? Not that I remember what it was, but fuck it, you owe me. Anyway, what's going on in your life? I can't believe we've been out of touch for so long - I blame the new album, you know how the whole concept of time gets fucked up when you're working on one. I've missed you. Tell me what's up?
You know I love you, asshole.
Brian
PS - I'd tell you all about my life, except that it's boring as shit. The only interesting things right now are Stef's new boy and the usual Establishment fun and games.
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[01 May 2006|02:37pm] |
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PJ Harvey - Who Will Love Me Now |
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[Private]
Stef's happy and it hurts. Not that he's happy - he's my best friend, brother, protector, all that shit and he deserves every good thing in his life and none of the bad - but just... I want it, you know? I'm jealous of him, of Nat, the way he looks at Nat. So fucking tender. I haven't had that in years.
I mean, I'm a slut, it's half show and half just who I am. I like sex and it doesn't matter if it's a stranger. I get laid, they get laid, we have a good time and sometimes I come out of it with a friend. Works out well. But sometimes I just want more. I'm a contact whore, I rub up against people and make them hold me and kiss everyone even when I'm not drunk; not a sexual thing, just a comfort.
But seeing Stef and Nat together makes me want that from one person, y'know? It's weird for me.
I still don't trust that fucker, though. If the stupid ass breaks Stef's heart I'm going to fucking disembowel him. And eat his liver, maybe. Ha!
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[27 Apr 2006|06:42pm] |
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PJ Harvey - Down by the Water |
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[Public]
I hate it when Stef gets a boyfriend.
Okay, so I'm selfish - not that selfish, though, so stop glaring at me like that. It just pisses me off, the way he moons around and spends all his time phoning or making out with his little lovebunny. Sure, I get my bitch fits, but relationship or not I always go on when they tell me to; I'm not that much of a diva. Stef-in-love, on the other hand, nearly missed his cue to go on because he was busy giving his boytoy (Nat, I think?) a blowjob. What the hell?
(And if Nat fucks with Stef's heart I will personally burn his eyes out with a fag.)
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[12 Apr 2006|04:30pm] |
[Public to the Est.]
I'm home in NYC. Well, home-ish anyway - my apartment here smells kind of funny and is definately in need of some cleaning. No more hotels, though, not for a couple of weeks at least. We flew in from in Toronto this morning, which was hell (Stefan bitching about how his ears wouldn't pop, and no smoking) but worthwhile. Toronto's nice and all, but I prefer New York.
Anybody up for some drinks or something tonight? It's either that or listening to Stefan worry about getting a cold. (The guy needs to calm down. A cold isn't the end of the world.)
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[11 Apr 2006|08:08pm] |
[public to the Est]
Will somebody kindly remind me why we put out another album?
Not that I'm not proud of it; I am. Really, I'm happier with it than I thought I would be, and touring's nice, and radio play, and all the rest of the rose-scented shit that goes with putting out a new album. The interviews, though - those I could live without. I spent today in a cloud of smoke, which Stefan (predictably) bitched about the entire time. Ass. What else does he expect me to do?
(The next person to ask why I'm not wearing a dress is going to get slapped. What kind of information do these people get about us? "Gay band. Lead singer wears makeup and dresses.")
Sigh.
Next time I get the album-urge, somebody beat some sense into me. Deal?
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