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August 15th, 2009
06:17 pm
Martha's off somewhere being held prisoner and I can't do anything about it.
I can't take this waiting.
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August 5th, 2009
10:05 pm
Damn. Feels good to be back in time that actually moves again.
What's the 411 with you good fellas? And not fellas. Tell me something interesting, tell me what you had for dinner. Don't care, just tell.
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July 10th, 2009
07:15 pm
Martha got me to do this thing, what do you call it, a meme? Yeah, whatever that is. Five words that remind the little lady of me, apparently. Can't complain about the first one...
sex
Aw, do I really need to even explain this one? It's nooky, the horizontal tango, bumpin' ugles, procreating, recreating, fornicating, copluating, call it what you want... it's better than a bowl full of ice cream with chocolate syrup and a cherry on top.
leather
Not only does it make my ass look great, but it's practical. That first year I was out here wearing my IASA outfit until it wore down to just threads, I was bruised to hell and back. Leather's studier, gives more protection, even if it is ten kinds of hell on a hot planet.
flyin
Well, I'm a tech not a pilot (to use some of those nifty Peacekeeper terms) but I got some lessons from a very capable pilot and since then I've managed to hold my own out here. (We're just not gonna talk about that first little stroll into this side of the galaxy, okay?)
geekery
How many times do I have to tell you, watching Star Wars 57 times doesn't make me a geek, just a man?
1812
I'm assuming you mean the DRD and not the year... 1812 is my buddy, one of Moya's little helper dudes.
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July 3rd, 2009
01:07 am
Aeryn and the other me finally left. Talyn's gone bye-bye, though I'm sure we'll run into him again.
Martha and me, we're celebrating with some alcohol. Earth issue whiskey, stuff we brought back when we left the SGC. It's good stuff. Can't say they skimped on us there.
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June 29th, 2009
10:54 pm
Just checkin' in. Martha keeps reminding me I need to update this thing, even if I tell her no one actually reads it.
Things are okay. Sparky's still sparking, Stark's lurking around somewhere. Aeryn and the other me keep to themselves, which is okay. They'll be gone again soon... the quick repair job just sort of got stretched between one thing and the other and now we're singing the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends.
And on, and on.
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June 16th, 2009
12:47 pm
Had this sweet dream last night that I was still in college and Martha was a stripper.
Hey, a man can't help where his mind goes when he's sleeping.
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June 7th, 2009
June 2nd, 2009
May 24th, 2009
12:30 am
Shit
Martha is mad at me
and... i dont know
Aeryn had some of this Sebacean alchol stuff... she decided she wanted to share with me.
Seabaceans have alchol? That's frelling insane.
Anyway. Martha... please dont be mad at me.
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May 20th, 2009
12:16 pm
 [Private Entry]
Aeryn came to me yesterday with a bug up her ass about my double and Martha getting too friendly.
I don't know what the hell that's supposed to mean. She made some smart ass comment about how she'd never pegged me for an open arrangement kind of guy... and hell, she's right, so I don't know what she's talking about.
I thought about just asking Martha what she and other-me were getting up to but she's been keeping her distance and I'll be honest, I don't have any frelling idea what I did to make her that way. I'm guessing it's just woman stuff. I know she doesn't like the Aeryn's around, but I keep telling her (well, told her once, anyway) that the only thing keeping them here is Moya and Talyn. Moya doesn't wanna just stick a band-aid on the boo boo and send him back outside to play, she wants to keep him here until he's 110% and that's gonna take a few more days.
Hopefully Martha will still be talking to me by then.
I don't know what I'll do if she wants to go back to earth. I guess if she asked, I'd do my damnedest to get here there but... I don't know how.
She's got that Doctor friend, so I guess she could really just leave whenever she wanted to, don't really need to wait around and tell me.
I could wake up one day with a Dear John letter taped to the back of a DRD and I wouldn't even be able to go after her.
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May 15th, 2009
May 11th, 2009
April 30th, 2009
03:40 pm
I gotta say, these may be the smartest aliens we've come across in this galaxy.
Check this out: they feed us, give us snazzy robes, get us high and horny... then try to take over our ship.
I mean, I'm still against the whole taking over our ship just on general principle, but still. At least they tried to do it in style.
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April 26th, 2009
April 11th, 2009
05:13 pm
[Private Entry]
Shit.
Shit.
I think she might be pregnant.
She's on birth control, right?
But she's acting all all - different. Horny and weird and wanting food I've never seen her eat before.
Is it just my imagination playing tricks on me? I mean, we had sex today for the first time since - well, since I fucked up.
If she got pregnant from that time...
Jesus.
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April 7th, 2009
10:18 am
The fact that I might not be kickin' around planet Earth for very much longer has me thinking of all these places I wish I coulda revisited while I was here. Might would have been fun to visit some of my old buddies back in Cape Canaveral. Didn't get to do that road trip on my bike with Martha like we talked about or go visit her family with her. (Okay, I'm just pretending to sweat that one. Who is ever excited about meeting the potential in-laws?) And there's that one burger joint that Rog and I discovered just outside of Orlando one summer that I've been dreaming about ever since. Burger was as big as my head, no fooling.
At least this time I get to pack a bag. I wonder how many cases of beer I can actually manage to bring with me? Might be easier just to go for hard liquor... more bang for the buck.
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April 4th, 2009
11:16 am
Still haven't heard from Martha.
No frelling idea what's going on here.
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April 3rd, 2009
02:03 pm
I can't get in touch with Martha... haven't talked to her since before she left that weird ass message about being excited about something.
Got this feeling like something funky is going down, but I guess since she was all... happy.... everything must be okay. It's only been three days, anyway.
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March 30th, 2009
March 25th, 2009
06:58 pm
I've been bitching about how I don't have any way around - that whole thing about legally being MIA and not being able to explain how I got back g being MIA might raise a few questions when it shows up on a credit report. (Not to mention at the DMV, but I'll cross that bridge when the nice police officer pulls me over and asks for it when I get to it.)
But apparently my baby decided she had enough of my bitching because she went out and got me a brand spankin' new motorcycle. Sexy bitch of a machine, too - as soon as I get some pictures that show off it's true beauty I'll show it off. I'm thinking of calling her Velma...
In other news, been getting some messages from... let's just say, an old friend. Apparently some crazy stuff is going down in her neck of the woods and it's hard for me to just sit here and listen. Not that I can do anything from where I'm at, but - I'm used to having her back, not just sitting on my ass and doing nothing.
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