Blitzkrieg.
Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing. -Herodotus
OH HIATUS.
Started tagging posts: 8/26/2012
// Except it won’t be girly because they’re not really into that stuff so it’s more like women empowerment (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Dylan will be locked in the cinema room \o/
(( Exactly. It would be more of a “you know what, let’s kick the boy out of the room because women empowerment”. This has to be a thing. We can even add Remy so that Dylan wouldn’t be that lonely. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ))
// One hell of a sleep over (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
(( One big, huge, sleepover. Of course, Lane will lock Dylan out of the room because of girl power and girl talk. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
//Mrs. Dare would probably lock herself in a room while watching the shopping network so it’s all good. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
((Then it’s all good! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ))
//Lane and Dylan I just — IF THE LANDLORD KICKS THEM OUT FEEL FREE TO STAY IN RACHEL’S PLACE \o/
(( Dylan will only go there so as long as you promise that your mom doesn’t have a thing for tall, lanky, wannabe models. Lane will go there because bros. Tell Rachel it’s much appreciated. ))
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//omg almost 1am. sleep time
// Let’s make Rachel, Remy, Lane and Dylan drunk.
((I think I can add Rachel in the HC. It’ll be hilarious though. aofdhdipashf))
//You know what would also pop out of nowhere?
Broship of Rachel and Lane.
((They’re bros. Like, I don’t know how they are but they are. I can’t wait. I just… bros.))
//That’s how strong their broship is. It just happened that no one knew how.
((And they’re just like: … well, we’re bros. Deal with it. I swear, I have no idea how it happened, but that just makes it bro-ier?
![Voxer Messages.
Between Lane and her grandfather.
“How’s Dylan?”
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Dylan’s fine. He’s okay, I guess.
Not the best roommate, but he’s okay. Well, earlier, I actually almost broke his back. I made him carry my suitcase filled with textbooks. Eh, he’s a man. He can handle it.
Day one was pretty awkward. He kept on knocking on the bathroom door just to make sure he wouldn’t see me naked. Is that a good or a bad thing?
Well, besides his incessant whining, he seems… decent enough.
I swear to the gods, if I hear one more thing about his precious laptop, I’m prepared to hobo it out on the streets of New York City.
He bought a sandwich from Subway earlier. He gave me half of it when he realized I bought some pasta from our next door neighbour. Something about ‘it being too soggy’ made him flip out.
I don’t even know anymore. Well, we played some Donkey Kong earlier. I may be the king of Smartassery, but he definitely is the King of Videogames.
Okay, so it’s my turn to pay the rent.I have no fucking idea how Gaspari expects me to get the money- and no, I’m not going to ask you for some. You have enough on your mind, really.
My classmate told me to flirt with our landlord. I told her that that was Dylan’s job. I have finally convinced someone that my roommate is gay.
He finally coined the name ‘the demigods that could’. I don’t know if I don’t like it because it’s a stupid label- or because I didn’t think of it myself. I’m thinking it’s the latter.
…. no, grandma, I am not sleeping with him…. Please stop meddling with grandpa’s Voxer account.
He doesn’t have many guy friends over… nor does he have any girl friends over. That’s like an unspoken rule here: roomies before bros, bros before hoes.
He asked me to choose between #3B3131 and #3E3535. Now those may seem like very different things- but they’re just different shades of grey which, for me, looks exactly alike.
Well, we talked earlier. Basically debating about the director’s direction of Tiva. I said he was wrong, he said I was wrong. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Okay, he’s really getting on my nerves. He keeps on forcing me to watch old seasons of NCIS with him. Now I promised him a marathon, but I do get tired of Gibbs’ face. No, grandpa, you do not look like him. Yes, grandpa, I am not tired of your face.
He just headslapped me earlier…. I had to run to our neighbour to borrow his first aid kit. Not for me, for him. I have quite a reflex.
The guy’s been watching a lot of NCIS. He just told me: Rule 12 when I told him about a cute guy in my class. I followed it up with a “He’s gay and looking for a boyfriend. You have a date with him later tonight.” That wasn’t necessarily true.
… he gave me an NCIS box set. For my birthday. He gave me an NCIS boxset. For my birthday. How cool is that?
Oh gods, Dylan actually got me out off my debts with the landlord. I mean, he didn’t have to fuck him like I expected him to. He just… talked. Wow. I have a newfound respect for Dylan.
Incestuous threesomes.
Well, the same old-same old.
Dylan calls himself Clark Kent. Will someone please smack him for me?
Okay, so I treated him out to milkshakes and pizza as a sign of surrender. Happy now?
I met Dylan’s mother the other day. She seems nice enough. Really pretty, actually.
It’s pretty quiet around here. Dylan’s birthday’s coming up. Maybe I should buy him a puppy.
I named the Beagle Dexter. Dylan seemed pleased by it.
Okay, Dex is officially Dylan’s dog. He won’t even sit for me, but when Dylan asks him to roll over and do other amazing tricks, he does it without any argument. I bought him.
We got a new roommate. He’s Dylan’s close friend from CJ. Remy? Yeah, the son of Bacchus. He’s cool enough.
… no, grandma, I’m not sleeping with Dylan, nor am I sleeping with Remy…. now, stop asking.
Dylan actually pushed Remy onto the fire escape. I’m sorry, but I’m on Remy’s side with this one. That was a pretty bullshitty move on Dylan’s part. He is so fucked.
OKAY SO REMY LOCKED US IN A ROOM SO WE CAN DEAL WITH SEXUAL TENSION? … no, we’re not sleeping together. Gods, can you stop hanging around grandma? It’s getting pretty annoying.
Kane came over. Okay, just so you know, I don’t like him-like him. I just… find Dylan’s reaction amusing. Remy does too.
I woke up with a terrible hangover. Apparently, I had a few drinks last night with the two idiots. Actually, I don’t remember the drinking bit. I don’t remember anything at all really. I’ll ask Remy if he can cure my hangover.
… he said he could do it, but he refused to. Even after I threatened to cut off his balls and shove them in Dylan’s face, he didn’t. Wow. I’m scared to find out what actually happened.
Remy and Dylan are having some serious bromance moments. They’re fun to watch but… nevermind.
I bribed Dylan with the boxset of NCIS: LA earlier. It’ll be fun watching him talk about fertilization and menstruation.
I think Remy pissed himself laughing. It’s something about Dylan saying vagina three times in a row just cracks him up.
I GOT THE JOB. I AM GOING TO RESERVE A TABLE FOR THREE AT 15 EAST.
We had a great time last night! Lots of laughs and that kind of stuff. I didn’t drink wine though. I never want to get drunk again… especially when I’m around. There’s something about that night which is pretty off.
I think Remy’s going to leave soon. It’ll be Dylan and me again. I find that kind of sad.
So… I guess, Remy left? I mean… yeah, he left. Dylan’s pretty bumbed out about it. I am too. I miss that little shit. Now there are only two shits left. Sigh.
I guess I’ll try to keep in contact of Remy. We got his cell number and everything… but still.
Dylan’s… he’s okay. Sorry, I’m not in the mood to talk right now.
Yeah, he’s fine. I’m sorry I couldn’t really continue the conversation a few days ago. Something happened at work, and eh. I mean… The pay’s good but… nevermind.
Well, Dylan’s doing good I guess.
I think he noticed that I was pretty down. We had a FRIENDS marathon. Tomorrow we’ll be having a HIMYM one. Rom-coms are feel good TV shows. Yay.
Remy hasn’t called in a long time. We miss him. Dylan more than I, but yeah.
Dylan’s… hey, grandpa, you think he’d be mad if I quit my job? I mean, he’d have to pay my share of the rent and I don’t really want that to happen.
… I lost my job. Dylan doesn’t know about it.
Okay, I’m trying to get a job within the week so he doesn’t find out about it. And, no, I haven’t told Lorrie about it either.
I know I haven’t been talking to Lorrie that much, but… okay? Just trust me on this. I don’t think Dylan would appreciate me borrowing money from him.
I got a job. It pays significantly less than my other one, but I think this will sustain us in for some time. I might take up another one.
I think I’m going to have to tell him soon. I mean, my schedule needs to be fixed.
I told him.
It’s funny how Dylan and I still call each other the Demigods that Could. I mean, we’ve had really bad luck- when Remy disappeared, and then me losing my job, but it’s fine with him. Or, not really fine-fine, but he doesn’t whine a lot. He’s not an optimistic person; but he doesn’t moan in agony. He actually told me it was fine, and that I can go to him whenever I need help. I guess he’s good a roommate- probably one of the few people who could actually live with me and still be alive to tell the tale. You should meet him one day. I have strong feeling that you two would get along.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1a8a068a79ceb4be6fc37c0e97461978/tumblr_mn3lzex9Jr1qluglno1_500.jpg)