My English is getting better. Hope all goes well with that.
It seems I'm being IGNORED by people. That doesn't make me a very happy camper. Keep it up simpeltons. *frowns*

SO I guess things are looking up.
Not much has been happening here....
All I can say is that Sullivan boy gets on my nerves.
If I were the boss around here, there'd be trouble. D<

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Go away, you simpelton! I swear I'm going to- * a loud fistdesk is heard*

*grumblesigh*

Still haven't recieved my metronome.
...Don't ask why, I just want one!!

Current Mood: aggravated

Hm. Despite my Communist background, I tend to consider myself to be quite the grammar "nazi." as some sadly seem to put it.


...Grgh. Words like Phantasmagoria are certainly a mouthful, *chuckle* I guess they display quite a broadened mind.

I still feel like I'm being avoieded.

Good. Rot for all I care. *secretly wants attention*

HMPH. *other various huffing and puffing sounds are heard*

Hm. Well as it seems, I've become and intimidation factor. Although. There are some who feel they should question me.
Note to self. Tear out their organs from their genitals...

...
Urrrggggg.....

Damn kids and their music...

Current Mood: busy

...How the hell did I get here? There's so many strange ingrates around me I think I'm gonna be sick. I woke up in a daze, not in my bed, not in Groznyj, no Ivan around. And this handcuff on my wrist... I'm very unfamiliar with it. It's pissing me off because something's telling me not to take it off. Note to self, kill the voice saying such crap.
I desprately need to bathe and all of these strangers are giving me dirty looks. I feel like ripping all of their intestines out, and then some.
I just want to go the hell home, back to my Motherland, and to my...possessions...
Christ, I have a feeling my libido is going to die out.
Damnit this thing itches! It's cutting off my circulation at that! I'm certainly going to have an interesting time with the fool that decided to toy with me. Where do I start...Oh brilliant. I'll certainly have a wonderful time figuring this out... ((NOTE: Volgin isn't really gonna kill anyone. Just remember, he only LOOKS intimidating.))
Wait...Who's guarding the Legacy?! I think I'm going to go insane...Just remember- Think calmly....calm.
...damn ingrates.
Hm- Everyone'll start listening to me eventually as long as I'm here. I don't have a doubt in my mind.

So then I guess this is a diary of-*drops mic-rustling noises are heard*-
DIARY of a madman, type of thing...

*Mic clicks off*

Current Mood: aggravated