| Dog... |
[15 May 2005|03:32am] |
He'd mourned Dog vocally. Dog had been a good companion. A messy corpse, but a good and loyal (of incrediably stupid and loud) dog. The cats had been a greater loss to the intellectual capital of the house, but sometimes intellectual capital was over rated. The dog had always looked at him with respect. He missed that. And Lilah was refusing to take over the role.
David Shaw needed a new dog.
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[14 Apr 2005|06:57pm] |
He gets home around midday. The house is quiet. Usually Dog starts barking as his car pulls up the drive. Dog knows Davids car. He doesn't bark for Lilah or Anya or any guest. But he howls for David. But as David gets out of the car he's struck by the silence.
So he walks towards it. Through the house and into the silence.
He's never seen anything like it. And he's seen a lot. But this - it takes his mind a moment to manouver around it.
"Anya." He screams her name out. "Anya!"
He doesn't wait for the response. He picks up the phone and calls Lilah. She's in a meeting. He tells her assistant to get Lilah out. And his voice signals this latest emergency doesn't involve oreos or the remote control.
And he waits.
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[03 Apr 2005|01:28am] |
Today's the day. Yes, that day. Once she's done yelling at the caterers until they're near tears and look about ready to commit suicide with their own knives, Lilah makes her way back to the room in the church that was designated for her. She's been in a bad mood all week, trying to make sure everything will be ready for today and she's in no mood to deal with anyone, let alone her bridesmaids. She knows it's tradition or some bullshit like that to have them help her get into the dress, but she doesn't need their help, thank you very much. The dress is easy. Her hair is easy. It's all easy. Well, except the walking down the aisle part of the day. That is proving to be more than a little scary. More than just a little difficult and far from being easy.
( The Wedding )
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| Phone Call to Lilah Morgan |
[20 Mar 2005|01:53pm] |
Lilah. Listen. I still can't contact Alan. He hasn't returned my messages, his phone goes straight to voicemail. And then some dick was using his computer and they forgot to sign off his messengers and journals and criminals used to be a hell of a lot smarter, man...
They've STOLEN his computer. He could be dead. Are you getting this, Li? Dead. If he is? We can't get married, we have to organise his fucking funeral. Fucking hell. This is a fucking nightmare.
Someone has KILLED ALAN for his computer.
Lilah!
LILAH!
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[13 Mar 2005|12:41am] |
PS -
Yeah. And I'd convince Clay that we do need a bonfire in the living room and Alan that he shouldn't kick me out of the fucking house and Lilah about the Cambodian orphans and the library committee that they shouldn't impose that lifetime ban, oh yeah and ITALY, I'd change the mind of fucking Italy about my life ban there and I'd definitely change the mind of whoever redesigned B&B's title credits.
I'm sure there's more. Watch this space.
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| Topic: Changing Winston's Mind... |
[13 Mar 2005|12:34am] |
Winston le Grange.
I'd change old Winston's mind about a lot of things. Small things, like whether he was going to steal that car that day. Whether he was going to take that job teaching tennis to rich bored old ladies.
I'd try and change his mind about bigger things. He got so angry. I'd try and change that somehow. Make him see that in the end all that anger never did shit for him.
I'd tell him he was a better man than me. That maybe he was shit, but he was no more shit than any of the dumb fucks in their nice suits or clean uniforms. Just a different type of shit. And I'd try and tell him that he did have a hope in hell. I'd try and make him see that. Even if I knew it wasn't true. You shouldn't start out thinking you never have a chance. You shouldn't start out knowing you're nothing.
If I could somehow do that then Winston le Grange would never met David Shaw. But he did. And Winston never quite had the survival instinct of David. David is an asshole through and through. And Winston is dead.
And there's no changing the mind of a dead man.
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| another OOC |
[08 Mar 2005|08:15am] |
Hey Troops!
I'm not going to say much about this nonsense. But I will say, yes, I was mighty vexed last night. But I slept, put it in perspective, and really? Whatever. It's all cool. I think everyone can see from the comments that remain in the thread exactly what occured. I've left mine there for that reason, and even without the context? I think it's all fairly evident. (The context would help, of course, but not much we could do about that!)
We all just need to accept people are who they are and move on. Keep on trucking, troops. I know I will. Though probably not with our boy Dave for a while.
I've been advised not to read a certain OOC so I wont. People seem to think I'll lose my good mood. And we wouldn't want that, would we?
Cheers!
R
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[07 Mar 2005|08:00pm] |
Walking is hard. Too hard. He just wants to lie down and have a sleep. So he does. On the lawns of the function centre.
Better.
Much better.
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| ooc |
[07 Mar 2005|04:31pm] |
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As another muse would say? Bah.
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| slow but i get there in the end |
[23 Feb 2005|01:22pm] |
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Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
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| Why not? |
[16 Feb 2005|01:24pm] |
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If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
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[14 Feb 2005|04:35pm] |
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You turn on a show after not watching it for a while and what have they done? Destroyed the title credits and revamped the theme music. Fuckers. Lilah should shoot them.
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[06 Feb 2005|10:55pm] |
There is something liberating about driving on the wrong side of the road.
Alan and David had exhausted the delights of Sydney - or perhaps simply outstayed their welcome - but thankfully it was a large landmass and there was more to be seen. So they drove on the wrong side of the road headed to the Sunshine Coast and the promise of the more exotic side of Australia in the Forest Glen Deer Sanctuary, where it was promised that they would find not only Deer but also Kangaroos, Koalas, Emus and more.
They'd seen the Opera House. It was weird looking. They saw the bridge. It was a weird looking bridge. They'd climbed said bridge - it was a large, high, weird looking bridge which at the moment had a rather large, weird and obnoxious disco ball hanging from the side. It was undeniably a beautiful harbour, in spite of the weird looking bridge and opera house.
They ate fish and chips in an open cafe on the edge of the harbour. They had yum cha in Chinatown. They consumed a large amount of Tapas in the Spanish district - which was only two blocks from Chinatown and the memory of yum cha. Pizza in Norton St. Breakfast at Bondi. Beer everywhere along the way. It seemed the Australian thing to do.
The beer was so cold, the weather was so hot and they spent another two days lying on the beach while David wrote postcards he couldn't be bothered mailing. He rang Lilah from the top of Centrepoint tower and read hers to her instead. She asked him what he had bought her, he replied - An Australian Orphan on the blackmarket.
And so, sunburnt but reasonably pleased with themselves, they drove towards the promise of the authentic Australian experience. Driving down the freeway they got their first glimpse of Australian wildlife as they passed the remains of kangaroos, wombats and koalas along the roadside.
The drive took a little longer than expected as David insisted driving out of their way to visit the vast array of big things Australia has to offer. They did not disappoint. They were truly big, absurd and pointless - qualities that David felt were much more suited to the spirit of a vacation that the sophisticated galleries, gardens and guided tours that so often populate the holiday experience. Besides - the photo opportunities were priceless.
"This McDonalds tastes weird." David said, watching Australia fly by the passenger window. "I guess that's the taste of Australia."
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[26 Jan 2005|02:19pm] |
David calls Alan's office. His direct line.
He's on another call. No he doesn't want to be put through to his voice mail. He'll wait. And wait. And wait.No. He's happy to keep waiting. Not happy, but - who the fuck is Alan speaking to.
He tells her it's an emergency. And it is. He's quite sure at this point that a person could die of boredom. That person being him.
He finally leaves a message on voicemail stating much the same. Emphasising the dying. Leaving out the boredom.
And then he waits.
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[10 Jan 2005|08:31pm] |
Lilah's gone and left me.
I'm so bored.
I don't think I've been this fucking bored since 1994.
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| EMAIL |
[29 Dec 2004|10:20am] |
Lilah,
Our lady of sacred heart is booked for the Second Saturday in April.
Alan and Clay are my troops. You need to find two chicks. What about that Cordelia? She's pretty hot. She'd look decent in a dress. Or Buffy? Buffy is someone who'll do whatever we like, I mean to say, she'll help us with our wedding plans. She's a great girl. She'd also look good in a dress. She did at her wedding, anyway. You'll look better, of course. You'll be the bride.
Get on to this, boss.
Dave
PS - Get some oreos on the way home. Dog ate them all.
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[27 Dec 2004|06:43pm] |
If y'all stuck your heads in the oven, damn right I'd do so too.
1. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died./If I never loved I never would have cried.
2. I watched it for a little while/I like to watch things on TV
3. There's nothing in my art./I'd rather be cool than be smart.
4. I'm no school boy but I know what I like/You should have heard me just around midnight
5. Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black/Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
6. The killer in me is the killer in you/My love/I send this smile over to you
7. Even Jesus would never/Forgive what you do
8 . I'm tryin' to speak but no matter what I do/I just can't seem to make any sound
9. It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich/Than to bury you poor
10. If wishes were trees the trees would be falling/Listen to reason/Season is calling
11. Well, its a dirty job but someone's gotta do it/And it's a dirty song but someone's gotta sing it
12. Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall. /When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all.
13. Darling, Give Me A Rope/I'll Hang My Self
14. Time and again I tell myself/I'll stay clean tonight/But the little green wheels are following me
15. I can't drink this coffee/til I put you in my closet/let him shoot me down/let him call me off
16. He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back/you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that
17. You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive/Well you said that we made such a pretty pair/and that you would never leave
18. How can you ignore my faith in everything/When I know what faith is and what it's worth
19. I guess, it's what you wanted/it seems lonely I would be/I begged, I plead/but this is all that I have gotten
20. Like the naked leads the blind./I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
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| Ficlet: Christmas Cards. |
[25 Dec 2004|05:50pm] |
David had fought for the task of sending out the Christmas cards. Lilah had advocated her assistant doing the task, which had resulted in a long-winded and Davidesque lecture regarding the deep and terrible immortality of allowing someone else to complete a mission that should be personal and heartfelt.
He got his way in the end. He often got his way when Lilah needed him to just shut the fuck up. She had agreed to marry him under very similiar circumstances.
The list was quite long. It gave him a headache. And so it became one of those jobs that one always intends to do tomorrow.
Occasionally Lilah would ask if he had done the cards yet.
"Don't hassle me, Lilah!" Was his standard response. But you have to imagine it said with intense and righteous indignation to really appreciate how it sounded. As it got closer to Christmas an expletive or two may have found their way into the sentence.
Then, inexplicably, it was Christmas eve.
He wasn't quite sure how it had managed to be Christmas eve. Surely it was November?
It took quite a few conversations with Alan to convince him otherwise.
David considered leaving for Tivoli. He still had Clay's passport.
Instead he rang Lilah's assistant.
"Don't tell Lilah but I forgot to send out the Christmas cards."
The assistant understood his fear. After all, she worked with Lilah, she saw as much of her as David did. She understood his fear was not irrational. She organised a courier. Each card to be delivered by courier with a Christmas Hamper of festive joy.
And so each person was sent a hamper of Christmas joy and a card that said as follows:
Dear [the correct name was inserted here, except for Wesley which was misspelt as Weasley - ooooops],
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the coming year.
Warm Wishes,
David, Lilah and Alannah Morgan
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[24 Dec 2004|06:04am] |
I just feel so bad for those poor Russian orphans.
That would be all.
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| Religious Beliefs |
[13 Dec 2004|06:52pm] |
When I look at Lilah I can't imagine the possibility of an existence without her.
So I believe in God.
The alternative is too terrible.
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