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Wherein Falcon recalls a funeral.
A day with everyone posting about death and then it all goes quiet.
You guys are depressing. Get pumped for the game, why don't you.
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Okay, I said I wasn't going to argue with you on Ionia's journal so I'm taking it here.
What was with that last night? Is everything okay?
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It's weird to see kids talk about death so openly. Funerals and cremations and donating bodies to science. What the fuck. How old are they?
I feel like when stupid writer's blocks like those pop up I should just ignore the journal network for a while because all I do is start thinking and then I end up depressing myself.
Unnecessary.
Not like Ollie or Ionia made things any better.
The news isn't helping either. All I'm hearing is reports about citywide blackouts and it's putting me on edge. There are no coincidences. Whatever's going on, it's not good. I've got a map taped down to my table all marked up in red. Programmed into Computer, too. Trying to find a pattern, I guess. I really must be bored. Paranoid. Both.
I hate this place sometimes.
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Apparently it's almost Valentine's Day too? Sometime I'm going to flip through my calendar and count all the marketing schemes that pass off as holidays.
You guys are depressing. Get pumped for the game, why don't you.
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Okay, I said I wasn't going to argue with you on Ionia's journal so I'm taking it here.
What was with that last night? Is everything okay?
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It's weird to see kids talk about death so openly. Funerals and cremations and donating bodies to science. What the fuck. How old are they?
I feel like when stupid writer's blocks like those pop up I should just ignore the journal network for a while because all I do is start thinking and then I end up depressing myself.
Unnecessary.
Not like Ollie or Ionia made things any better.
The news isn't helping either. All I'm hearing is reports about citywide blackouts and it's putting me on edge. There are no coincidences. Whatever's going on, it's not good. I've got a map taped down to my table all marked up in red. Programmed into Computer, too. Trying to find a pattern, I guess. I really must be bored. Paranoid. Both.
I hate this place sometimes.
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Apparently it's almost Valentine's Day too? Sometime I'm going to flip through my calendar and count all the marketing schemes that pass off as holidays.

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What's wrong?
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I guess I just got carried away.I wasn't thinking.I was a little hurt even.I really...uh, don't know to be honest.Re: Private, unhackable
That was really...unlike you.
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She's less than a year old. You could have been a little more tactful.
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Look, just forget it. I told you what I did was completely wrong. Why are you repeating yourself?
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I'm...not repeating myself. I just want to know what's wrong.
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Well I don't want to talk about this on your journal.
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What do you mean?
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I thought my reasoning and issues were important enoughI knew I would have told you months ago.Re: Private, unhackable
I know we're not open people but I thought we could at least be open with each other.
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You're exactly right.
I guess... I just always feel uncomfortable doing these things on the network.
Why do I still do it though?Re: Private, unhackable
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I'll see if I can think up a reason to go over to your place.
........Thank you, I don't mean to cause you (or anyone else for that matter) trouble.
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