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Saturday, September 7th, 2002
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9:24 pm - Fine, I admit it.
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I ADMIT IT ALL!!!
Yes, Vardamir, I was the one who put the spiders in your peanut butter sandwiches.
Yes, mother, I was the one who stole your Laura Ashley catalogues.
Yes, father, I was the one who drank all the coffee that one day when I threw up for eight hours from caffeine poisoning.
Yes, Atanalcar, I was the one who stole your crayons when you were twenty-four.
Yes, Tindomiel, Elladan was my first sexual partner.
And yes, Peoples of Numenor, I look so fucking fine in a frock.
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| Monday, August 26th, 2002
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10:39 pm - I got a new vacuum cleaner.
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| Wednesday, July 31st, 2002
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5:07 pm
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| Wednesday, June 26th, 2002
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10:14 pm
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| Monday, June 10th, 2002
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7:05 pm - *hiccups*
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My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
And something tells me that she won't be filling out a form and coming back.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead. My sister is dead.
current mood:  crushed
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| Friday, June 7th, 2002
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11:01 pm - hi
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My sister is back, safe.
My family is angry. They also don't want anything to do with Amras's family.
I love my sister.
Celegorm and Curufin are my friends. They are also Amras's brothers.
I love my sister and my mother and my father and Atanalcar and even Vardamir.
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current mood: sort of torn
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| Wednesday, May 29th, 2002
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11:57 pm
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Vanity struck me and I decided that I wanted a flat stomach. In between vacuuming the floor with my brand new hoover, I forced myself to do a number of stressful sit-ups and crunches. It is with determination that I will look well in a frock, waist size 30.
I miss my sister Tindómiel. When we were kids, even though she liked Vardamir best (the oldest brother who enjoyed feeding me ants), she got me a deck of playing cards with pictures from Pompeii bathouses on them. My entire education about procreation and various uh... positions was from those cards. It was neat because as you were playing uno, you would be exposed to these painted figures in compromising positions - but hey, at least they enjoyed themselves before they were toasted alive, ha ha ha!
Yeah.
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| Thursday, May 23rd, 2002
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11:22 pm - memo to dad
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| Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002
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11:47 pm - query
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| Sunday, May 19th, 2002
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6:49 pm
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*is strangely silent as he was just mentioned in name once and like legions of other characters, is thus devoid of a personality, not that major characters have much personality either, ha ha ha!*
current mood: canononical
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| Saturday, May 18th, 2002
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8:38 pm
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I bought a hoover today. I didn't decide to starve myself, I didn't impale myself with sticks, I'm not fighting with crazed halfings that change shape from two-dimensions to three and have glass orbs for eyes, I'm not shapeshifting from a humanoid to a small, furry creature, I'm not having mad sex with rugged specimins whilst my limbs are tied together with electrical tape, I don't believe I'm going insane, I'm not pissing off the Valar, I don't have a day job, I don't want to kill myself, and I'm not screaming fuck fuck fuck fuck you fucking fuckity fuckers fuckwaddly fuckfarts every two seconds.
I feel so uninteresting.
current mood: not amusing
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| Monday, May 13th, 2002
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12:38 am
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Mandos Recall Release Form
Name of Review Applicant (ie: King Undead Elven Fucker): Manwendil
PRE-DEATH INFORMATION
Residence: Númenor! Númenor! Númenor!
Occupation/Position (ie: Lord of Doriath): Mommy's baby
Species/Race (ie: Elf, Noldor): human, Númenorean
Spouse (if applicable): N/A (Prof. Tolkien never gave my spouse a name... or my children. =/)
Name:
Species/Race:
Is spouse living, dead or resurrected?:
If living or resurrected, current relationship status:
If living or resurrected, current residence:
Children (if applicable): N/A
Name(s):
# disowned:
Are/have children...
Living, dead or resurrected?:
Former band camp attendee(s)?:
Produced any Gamgee spawn?:
Orientation:
[X] Good
[] Evil
[] Waste of Space
Historical accomplishment(s): Creating the 1-story in diameter ball of twine
POST-RESURRECTION INFORMATION
Current Residence: Númenor! Númenor! Númenor!
Orientation:
[X] Good
[] Evil
[] Slut
Patron Vala/Valië (if applicable): Manwë!!!!!!!!
Reason for return: To be with my brothers Vardamir and Atanalcar and my sister Tindómiel, and my parents Elros and Wolfgang.
Method of release/escape from Mandos: Manwë let me out because he liked my name. :D
In 100 words or less, justify your existence:
Eyeliner
----DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE----
FOR PROCESSOR ONLY:
WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT?
[] YES
[] NO
--end of form
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| Saturday, May 11th, 2002
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11:09 pm - YAYY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!
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It's an armoury. Me, Tindomiel, and Nally all pitched in together to get you this!! Vardamir thought it was inhumane and uncouth so he's getting his own present for you.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!
current mood: LOVE!!!!
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| Tuesday, May 7th, 2002
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8:16 pm
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| Friday, May 3rd, 2002
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2:05 am
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1:48 am
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I'M SO FUCKING THERE.
BOYCOTT SHELL!
"Since Shell began drilling in Nigeria's Niger Delta, it has wreaked environmental havoc on the land of the Ogoni. Shell has spilled oil on farmland and in water sources, bulldozed across farms and flared gas just meters from Ogoni villages. The people of Ogoniland suffer extreme health problems from the air and water pollution. The Nigerian military has played a terrifying role in the continued persecution of the Ogoni: when the Ogoni started demanding environmental justice, villages were attacked, villagers killed and their leader was executed by the judgment of a military court. Shell has admitted to paying the military, which brutally silences voices crying for justice from the government of Nigeria and Shell, along with other multinational oil corporations.
Shell is only one of many multinational oil corporations operating in Nigeria. Mobil, Chevron, Texaco, Agip (Italian) and Elf (French) are also found in Nigeria, operating as partners of the Nigerian government, as required by Nigerian law.. Shell is certainly not the only oil corporation that abuses its money, power, and feeling of superiority over the people of Nigeria.
Essential Action calls on all corporations operating in Nigeria, to be respect the rights and freedom of Nigerians and to act responsibly. We focus our attention on Shell because it runs half of all oil and gas operations in Nigeria, is (at least for now) the largest oil corporation in the world, and has been caught redhanded. If Shell is forced to change, and truly put principles before profits, other corporations in Nigeria will be forced to follow suit."
ACTION!
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| Monday, April 29th, 2002
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12:46 am
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| Sunday, April 28th, 2002
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9:39 pm
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8:49 pm
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I was in a McDonalds earlier in Iceland, eating my goddamn garden salad when these drunk Scandanavian people came in and saw me in my camoflauge and eye-makeup, and then they proceeded to try to beat my skull in.
FUCKERS.
It's a good thing that I'm almost seven feet tall and have long fucking limbs.
I left McDonalds with a lot of people with their necks in funny positions.
I'm going to hide now.
(I'm not fucking sorry.)
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| Tuesday, April 23rd, 2002
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9:49 pm - eyelinereyelinereyelinereyeliner
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