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Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in
kirleyfries' InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, July 21st, 2009 | |
| 11:41 am | Um... Why are there thirty people in my flat? EW THAT BLOKE SHOULD NEVER BE NAKED, NOT EVER. EUGH PUT SOME CLOTHES ON PLEASE MY EYES ARE GOING TO EXPLODE. Dude. He has a hot chick next to him. She's naked, too. How the hell does THAT work? |
| Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | |
| 12:07 pm | (not even written with a DICTOQUILL, that's how depressed he is) If anyone needs me, I'm dead. Not gay, just dead. |
| Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | |
| 5:05 pm | [Dictoquilled] Shit guys. SHIT. I just remembered the part about the photographers. HAVE I BEEN IN THE MAGAZINES?? Well, Im always in the magazines. But if I was in the magazines for something I didn't do, IT WASN'T ME! |
| Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | |
| 10:38 pm | Dictoquilled. As usual. OI. Who took my fecking pants? Edit And why do I have a kilt in my closet? Edit again Hey there's that toga from the party at that place that one time. Badass. |
| Wednesday, May 27th, 2009 | |
| 11:13 pm | [Dictoquill-written, as per usual] HEY. Barbie, you MISSED IT. You missed it and it was AWESOME. |
| Monday, May 11th, 2009 | |
| 1:10 am | written with dicto-quill, as per usual Where the fuck is the bus? And where is everyone else? And why am I wearing these terrible terrible ill-fitting clothes and sleeping in a school gymnasium? BARBIE? Is that you over... no, dude that's a pissed off homeless woman with no teeth. Shit. Um. Running now. HEY SHE'S GOT MY LEATHER JACKET. GIVE IT BACK, TOOTHLESS HAG! |
| Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | |
| 10:09 pm | [Written with a dictoquill] I don't know who invented a dictoquill but I think I want to kiss them. Not a wimpy peck either but a big fucking wet tongue-kiss. French style with some Italian passion! And an American attitude. And... yeah. Unless they were a dude. And then I'm not interested. At all. OH SNAP BARBIE DO NOT GIVE ME THAT LOOK. YOU'RE STARING AT ME LIKE A VERY PISSED OFF ELEPHANT. Dude, no, nevermind, keep at it. I want to see if steam really CAN come out of peoples' ears. Barbie. Barbie. BARBIE! Oh Merlin, Mary and Joseph... I WILL NOT DIE TODAY! |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 | |
| 10:36 pm | [What happens when a dictaquill tries to translate drunken singing.] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GIMME anoffer blurdy beer, MERT. I'm not drumks. NO I'M NOT BEEEEEEEEEER. I'll ssssing if it you don't give me. GIIIIIIIIVVEEEE MEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS. MOOOORE DELISSSOUS BEEEEEEEER. HAPPY BIRTHSDAY TO MEEEEE happy birts... britsh... BIRTHSDAY TO ME I'm GODDAMN FUCKING KIRLEY DUKEEE BITCHES Happy BIRTHDAY to ME! No freals, man. BEEEEEER oi whyds you throw that at ma head, mate? Tha bloody hurts. |
| Wednesday, December 17th, 2008 | |
| 11:54 pm | Trusty dictaquill Kirley entry. MERT MERT MERT MERT MERT MEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRT ( Cut for excessive language. Not hexed to anyone. AKA anyone with eyes can read ) |
| Wednesday, December 10th, 2008 | |
| 4:23 pm | All you bloody BAD GUYS. Concerts are not the right place to make a statement of whatever the hell you were trying to say by killing people who just wanted to play music or listen to it. Those blokes were friends of mine, the ones in the band. The rest of the people who died weren't even doing anything but enjoying the songs. What are you fuckers even thinking? I don't like St. Mungo's. It smells weird and my healer is an ugly old bloke who acts like I'm stupid. Like it was my fault I was watching that band and got trampled by about a thousand people because I don't run as fast as them! Broken ribs suck. And my nose got broken. Again. But at least I can't smell the hospital food. Not being able to smell it makes it taste bette I think. I'm real sorry for everyone who lost people they care about and I hope everyone who's hurt or missing gets better and gets found and returned home safely. |
| Wednesday, November 19th, 2008 | |
| 1:41 am | Written with a dictaquill, as per usual I nearly lost the dog today! He ran out the door of my flat and into the hall and MADE IT TO THE LIFT before I caught him. Fast little bugger. I grabbed him by the tail before he went into the door and wound up Merlin knows where! But when I was chasing him I think I lost something. I don't know what yet, but I'm pretty sure something fell out of my pocket. Oh no... my pocket fell off. Dog chewed it off, bloody beast. And my wallet is gone! Bugger it all! HEY. LET GO OF MY SHOE NOW! I WILL CLOBBER YOUR FURRY LITTLE HEAD WITH THIS--WITH THIS--LAMP! I WILL! |
| Sunday, November 9th, 2008 | |
| 9:23 pm | So this bird... her name was Anna. Or Jennifer. Something. Well, she came home with me after the show last night. She was waiting backstage. I was pretty drunk but I guess we picked up her dog at her place before we came over. Anyway, this morning she was clearing out space in my closet and asked when I woke up--hung over, if I might add--if I would help her move her stuff in. She thought she was moving in. She thought she was my girlfriend. I told the crazy bint that I just wanted to shag her that one time and she was most certainly NOT moving in. And besides, there would be no room for her on the bus. And she went CRAZY. She threw all my clothes and shit on the floor and screamed at me for like, five whole minutes, really loud. And then she THREW A GUITAR, which is like, HARRESSY. Or however you spell it. AND SHE LEFT HER DOG. I don't even know the thing's name. And it's kind of evil. I think it hates me. And it stole my Chinese takeout! Anyone want a dog? An evil one? That steals food? PLEASE? I can't take this thing on a bus! MARISSA. That was her name. Oh GODRIC it's chewing on my leather trousers. MY FAVORITE LEATHER TROU--- |
| 9:12 pm | Hiya. I'm Brittany. Y'all know me. This is Kirley Duke He says hi. He graduated the same year as Charlie Weasley from Gryffindor. He's a sweetheart even if he's a dumbass. Friends? Plot? |