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Zolf J. Kimbly
27 September 2006 @ 11:41 am
He said he wants to make love to me.

He can't love me, he just fucking CAN'T.

I can't deal with this.

I don't know how to deal with this.


I barely know the man. He can't. I can't.

He's going to say those words again and I'm going to blush and choke up like a goddamn schoolgirl. It's disgusting.

I don't know what to do.

Roy, what do I do?

This isn't like us. He doesn't want me as a soldier. He wants me as a lover. Not equal--deeper than that. Complete.

WHat the fuck am I supposed to do?
 
 
Zolf J. Kimbly
22 September 2006 @ 08:30 am
Heheh...

Ready or not Frank, here he comes...

(I hope you don't mind, but I'm putting all of Flame's stuff in spare room--though if you're uncomfortable with the thought of him in the same bed as us--don't worry. i'll sleep in the middle <3 )
 
 
Zolf J. Kimbly
21 September 2006 @ 12:21 pm
Okay okay--in lieu of our currennt...predicaments and safety concerns...

I propose that Flame stays at our place.

If that lizard bitch is after our asses and Greed is after my our lives, then our best bet is to stay together. Two nationally certified alchemists and a gunman--c'mon. we could kick some SERIOUS ass together--i mean, I know Flame and I can, but if you joined us, Frank...that would be HOT.

He should sleep on the bed too--if those bastards broke into the house, and if Flame was on the couch--they could pick him off EASILY. So he needs to stay in bed with us.



[EDIT]
Okay--dually noted, but I propose a movie night for whenever Flame gets over here.

Silent Hill, bitches...and pizza...

...and mint chocolate icecream.
 
 
Zolf J. Kimbly
13 September 2006 @ 11:27 am
figured i'd finally post the shots of Flame and I being idiots playing Jenga.

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Zolf J. Kimbly
13 September 2006 @ 09:24 am
i do NOT want to be here! the fucking lamp deserved what it got! i was TRYING to get to the kitchen for something to drink, and i swear the fucking thing fell on me!

it deserved what it got.

my nose is stuffed up, and i can't smell, and my temper is shorter than Fullmetal.

the forks deserved what they got too...

so here i am IN BED, GODDAMNIT--with the juice that i CAN'T FUCKING TASTE! bah...and i'm already running low on this box of tissues...and i don't want to sleep...

goddamnit...i'm miserable.



this just isn't cool...and Frank...you said...wecould rent a movie right? i just want to say now--do NOT make me sit through your political bullshit or something like Citizen Cane or Schindler's List.

I demand Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

...and icecream. my throat hurts again.
 
 
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Zolf J. Kimbly
12 September 2006 @ 07:15 am
if i make it through work today without passing out, i will be the luckiest bastard alive. i hate being sick...i want to stay home...
 
 
Zolf J. Kimbly
11 September 2006 @ 12:07 pm
fuckin' hell...i think i'm getting sick. i can't believe it...overexerted myself...this SUCKS.

and my nose is all sniffly. i want a tissue damnit.


...and soup...lots of soup.
 
 
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Zolf J. Kimbly
10 September 2006 @ 08:43 pm
haha  
oh yeah--almost forgot--

ROY, YOU SUCK. D=

and i lied--you'll be blonde for at least two weeks
 
 
Zolf J. Kimbly
10 September 2006 @ 06:20 pm
Alright, this time around, i'll try and sound a bit more intelligent about what's going on.

REDSTONES, BITCHES. REDSTONES.

DAY 2 1100 HOURS
we were trucked back out into the middle of buttfuck-nowhere--not the same as yesterday, but it's close. they ask us to pair off with whoever we chose yesterday--and so what if we were a little late? i was busy having the most intelligent fucking conversation i'd had in years. if i'm up until past four am, i think i should be allowed to sleep in. after all--as an alchemist,i'm doing a great service to my country.

but anyway... after we're paired off, they start calling us up...and we get more live target practice apparently--two on two. and god--these new alchemists have no idea what they're doing. they're talking upwards of five minutes--ten in some cases to get over their preconceptions and reservations on killing to get to work and END IT.

Flame and i exchange a few words while watching, namely on a strategy... and when we get up, we demand--not two adversaries--but FOUR. and we get them.

it was a RUSH. a GLORIOUS RUSH.

Flame distracts with a wall of fire--I rush in and start blasting shit, and he plays damage control and picks off what i can't get. we're a pretty decent team i'd love to see how frank and i act in the heat of battle

1700 HOURS
After Flame was done consoling StrongArm--who was just being a big moralistic WUSS about the whole thing, we were trucked back into town. and as we're walking back to the hotel, someone walks on by, talking about a party down at the Pritchard house. and i stop and think for a second. i know this area pretty well, you know? so i give it a bit more time and realize that i knew these people when i was a kid. and oddly enough, the parents were buddies with Flame's (apparently his family used to have a summer house down in Aerugo, and this city was a halfway point for them to stop and spend a night before traveling on)

so we decide to crash the party. that is--after getting food.

1800 HOURS
pizza, soda,and booze was obtained (wherein the pizza and soda were immediately devoured, so no one else could have any), and we left for said party...

teenagers. EVERYWHERE. this was no normal house party. this was a "my parents are out of town, so let's trash the place" party. but then again, who was i to refuse an open house? so we go one in and everyone is impressed by the great state alchemists (Flame got to be the living lighter--half the people there wanted him to light up their cigarettes)

but we sat around, ate their food, drank their liquor (myself less than Flame--i wanted to remember how the hell to get back to the hotel)and then came the kareoke.

now i've never boasted that i was much of a singer--but Flame and I ROCKED THE FUCKING HOUSE Frank--we should go sometime and find a place in the city that does kareoke. it's fun. so we dominated that for a few hours, playing on a 3 song/3 round setup. we left around 0120 hours, and passed out soon after we got back to the room.

DAY 3 1320 HOURS
WHY THE HELL DID WE SLEEP IN SO FUCKING LATE?!

okay, so we hauled ass out of bed and ran out to grab some late breakfast before leaving. got some pancakes and made Flame a blonde XD

it's never been so nice to be home...

Frank...give me three hours, and i'm going to rock your fucking world.



dually noted--it seems i forgot my cellphone at home. wtf...guess i'm just not used to carrying it around. i'll have to be more careful.

also, after i'm done rocking you like a hurricane work, we're going to the coffee shop, and we're playing jenga. non-negotiable. we're going, and you're going to like it.
 
 
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Zolf J. Kimbly
09 September 2006 @ 10:05 pm
FUCK YES

[EDIT] muh nuh muh nuh doot dooo do do doot XD!

[EDITEDIT] STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY JOURNAL =O
 
 
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