Heathcote Barbary is groveling

Hit me up!

( The 411 )

Guys.

I am bored.

Do you know how fucking bored I am?

I was watching the fucking Discovery channel. Which in case you don't know, is this muggle telly network dedicated to - well - fucking discovering things, I guess. Yeah. No brainer there. I was watching a documentary on the sperm whale of all things. And trust me - it isn't as interesting as it would lead you to believe. Myron, you'd be so disappointed.

So.

So.

So.

Anyway.

I decided to get off my lazy arse and take a walk about. And I found these street artists set up on the sidewalk downtown. They had these easels out and were drawing these cartoons called 'caricatures.' Which are pretty cool. They're meant to distort and highlight your most noticeable features. And I thought, pfft, I could totally do those, yo.

It you post a comment there, and if I particularly like you, I'll doodle a picture of you with what I think your best assets are. And yeah. Some of those pictures are actually going to be of your ass. Take heed and warning.

Cheers.


[Added in like, 5 minutes later]

Also, if you can tell me a good dirty joke, I'm all the more likely to be even more entertained and draw you. Win/win?

[Aboooout 3 and a half hours after this, and after the radio performance of the 2nd task.]


Oooh, holy shit, I have no idea what the flip came over me there. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. ARE YOU OK? I didn't mean a thing I said.

You're not answering the door. Please answer, so I can properly grovel and beg for forgiveness.


[After about an hour...]


Seriously, can't we talk about this? Are you actually in there? Oh, god. Please open up.


[And another hour and a half...]


Ok, really, really super worried now. I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, but can you PLEASE just give me some indication that you're alright? ANYTHING.


[Aaaaand another hour.]


Ok... I'll just... be sitting out here until you're ready to come out, I guess. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot.

OH.

MY.

FUCKING.

GOD.

( GUYS. LOOK AT THIS SEXY THING I FOUND TODAY IN A THRIFT SHOP. )

Ok, not that I don't enjoy some good, friendly competition, but shall we put a end-date cap on our little MC Hammer game? Because I know, you know, we BOTH know how stubborn we can BOTH be sometimes, and this can get long, drawn out and ugly.

[Locked from Lizzie. Also Kirk, because wow, I really don't want to hear his 2 knuts on this matter. And Logan, too, because she's just going to be a cunt and tell Kirk. And actually, know what, you can add Danny to that mix of people who can't read this as well.]

So... you know, what's everyone's favorite seduction methods?

You know, no big or anything.

I just I want to know.

Because of reasons.

[OOC: Added in later]

OI. MYRON. WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED YOUR WISDOMMMMM

[Backdated - March 24, 1995]

So, you know - this is just a heads up. After the interview tomorrow, I'm probably going to be taking the lady out and about to explore the city some.

Just thought I'd leave notice considering I got chewed out last time I went MIA.

Might be in a bit late or not at all but I'll have my journal on me and check in from time to time so don't get your panties in a wad, Electra.

Holla!

NEVER.

AGAIN.


[Donaghan]

Ok, in all seriousness, PLEASE tell me you have all the shit we bought? I suddenly realized I don't have it on me, and I'm going to be pissed if we just dropped all that cash and left it somewhere for some Amsterdam...-ian to find on the street.

Awkward small talk and
Water glasses tipped over
Oh, buyers remorse

So. Whatcha doing tomorrow?


Herman's putting on this thing. But there's going to be people there. The kind of people you and I probably don't want to be dealing with right now. So I propose we skip the preemptive jolly ol' reunion of all those shmucks we were touring with, and run away and do something terribly romantic and reckless, like the young people we are. You and me, babe. What say you?

( Delivered to Lizzie the morning of Valentine's )

( Owled to Opie )

( Owled to the women of the Barbary household - Aine, Moira and Colleen )

Oi, Miss Dragon Lady Stylist!

Hey, Tori, Guru of the Garb and Mistress of Fine Taste,

If you're free sometime between here and V-day, I'd appreciate if it you could help me with something.

Yeah, ok. Just so you know? I hate every.

Single.

One.

Of.

You. Walking germ bags.



I guess it could've picked a worse time to get sick. But damnit, I had PLANS for this break between tours. Plans that didn't involve being BED RIDDEN FOR A WEEK.

( To Danny. )

---

( To Lizzie. )

Why do I always fuck things up? Honestly...

BARNABAS?!?!

SO.

New Years resolutions. Any of you lot making any? I'm kind of curious to know.

And hey, what the heck, I'll even entertain suggestions for resolutions you think I should make. I mean, we all know I'm absolutely perfect in every way imaginable, but what the heck, right?

HEY. HEY. HEY. ALAIR!

So, you know how ages and ages ago, you said that if we were reeeeally good for the rest of the year, you'd don a sequin suit as our gift for Christmas?

Well, I think we've been suitably good! No drug or sex scandals that you know of, anyway, but that's the point, isn't it?!

I am totally holding you to this. Don't try backing out of this, now! I HAVE IT IN WRITING.

For the record, yes, these are very nicely wrapped. Heathcote paid one of his older sisters to wrap shit for him because he is horrible at it. She charged him an arm and a leg for her services, so enjoy XD

( Seriously, who thought 8 members was a good idea? =P Heathcote's pocket book wants to know. )

( Late gifts bought on boxing day, or, 'What, I totally got something for you, it's just late because my owl got lost in a snow storm...' )