Go. 'Way.  I..have a...cold.  And...it's contagious.  I'll sneeze on you and give it to you.  I mean it.  Grrr.  I want tea.  Hot tea.  Any kind of tea.  And a blanket.  And to be away from this rotten island and the weather here and maybe if I maimed something I'd feel better.

-_- I hate curses.  For once, I'm so glad it isn't me.  If anyone invites me ot a knitting circle or PTA meeting, I will have to hurt you.  And not in a good way.

Ginji.  Where the hell are you?  Where is my lighter?  Did you play with it again or feed it to something?  GRRR.  And why in the hell do I have pink shirts instead of the ones I found in the forest?

I am not a pink-wearing moron!  Pink is not a color for Ban Midou!   Someone is going to die a horrible, painful death for losing my clothing or messing with it while I was indisposed.  And no, I'm not mentioning my trip into the forest to find the other side of the island.  Nope.

This is not my week.  Someone keep the spiders out. of. my. bed.  NOW.  Urgh.  Stupid things.  I've already fought against them.  GINJI!  Make yourself useful and zap some spiders!

So I can finally access the internet and ....WHY THE HELL ARE THEIR STORIES OUT THERE THAT SAY I HAD SEX WITH MONKEY TAMER!? 
-_-
WHYYYYyy?!?!

I swear.  I may have secrets and problems but I don't have that big a case of the stupids.  No way in hell would I touch him with Kazuki's dick!  And another thing, I do NOT HAVE A THING FOR...KAZ--....

Ginji.  Help. I need you.  I need something to get these images and words out of my head.  

Sssssssssssssss.  Sssssssssssssssss.  SSsssssssssssssssssss. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

slithering sounds can be heard followed by more angry hissing and swishing if one listens closely as Ban just pouts his way out of the tent to go do...snake things like sunning himself

(OOC:  Ban's a snake.  Literally.  WOo.)

Why is it when I end up cursed I always turn into a sunshine sprinkled idiot or get stuffed into women's clothing?  Ban Midou does NOT LOOK GOOD IN DRAG!  Unlike Kazuki who looks too damn much like a woman, I do not make a good female.  At all.  Urgh.  I will say this again --- I. Hate. The. Owls.

One good thing about all this is Ginji is here.  With him around, things aren't quite so boring or bleak.  Don't let it go to your head, Ginji, but I did miss you. 

The end.

[the camera pans in on a very nice set of legs in blue heels with a short sailor skirt in blue with lots of ruffles and ...the skirt is way too short for the tall man wearing it, there is even cleavage in the upper portion of the suit, the camera lifts to show Ban Midou with very blue hair smoking a cigarttee and looking very, very horrified]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Why do I have boobs!?  Oh wait those are inserts but.....WHERE AM I AND WHY AM I IN THIS OBSCENCE DRAG OUTFIT?!?!

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?  Oh.  And I do believe I feel quite nerdy and shy...oh...god..make it stop.  MAKE IT STOP! 

[Ban's hands are shown moving and bubbles appear all over the air to surround him]

Mercuy Bubbles.....BLASSTT!.....AEEIIIEEE

My head hurts but I will not spend the next five days whining about it.  Blah.  I swear those owls need to die.  Now.  Stupid curses and being drunk.  Urgh.  I'm just glad Ginji wasn't here for once to see that happen.  Still miss the bundle of fluff. 

In other news, Thredhead needs to be kicked.  Hard.  And so does his sidekick just for being too damn quiet.

AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  GUNSHOTS! SOMEONE IS SHOOTING AT MEEEE!

*sound of drunken stumbling, falling, snakebiting a random can, and then thumping from what has to be the next teepee over*

KAZUUUUU.....SOMEONE IS SHOOTING AT USSSSSS!  QUICK!  JUMP IN FRONT OF ME AND TAKE THE BULLETS!

I wan to go home.  I wna to homs.  I wan to type withou mispelling everyhing.  I wan my car and Ginji.  Ginji, where are you?  Where am I?  Oh.  Lots of teepees.  And people.  Drunk people.

Everyone's so happy.  It's depressing and I don't wnat to be happy.  I watn.  To. Be. Sad. And. Speak. LIke. This.

Without Ginji, I remember him.  And it hurts.  I don't like it.  Yamato.  All I rembmer is blood and him.  And the Last Children.  Final Children. Voodoo child.  Oh...I don't want to remember this anymore or feel this anymore.  Why can't you just leave me alone?  Why does it have to be this way?

Memories are such a bitch and I don't like having them or feeling this way so make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it sto

---and the world goes to hell.  Well, what passes for a world here.  Did I miss something?  When the hell did everyone become emo-loving yahoos and go to classes?  I swear if I see one more posting of bad poetry on this list of friends things or more angsting over a pimple I will hurt someone.

Urgh.  Someone please turn off the hormone-laden-idiocy and save my sanity.  What little there is left of that.  Grrrrr.  I need a smoke.  And a lighter.  -_- I believe my roomy has made off with them or hidden them.

Kill.  Die.  Maim.

Well.  I'm bored but I have my smokes.  Thank you, roomy, for getting them back.  That was nice of you.  I'm enjoying them now.  I'm back in the teepee and glad this damn war business is over.  For once, I didn't lose any clothing or change into some small, minature version of myself on crack either.

It's been a good week.  Don't fuck it up, owls. 

Nothing much else to write home about for now.  Which is a good thing.

Everyone's dying.  And fighting.  Blech.  This is why I'm at the beach and just mindig my own damn business.  There's no profit to be had in this kind of war and I am not risking my lily white ass for people I don't know or don't like.  It's easier to stay down here, smoke, and eat this trippy food the owls provide.

Plus my damn teepee is under siege or something.

Blah.  Fuck all you wannabe villians and your stupid war.  I could fight but what's the point?  I'm happy right where I am.  I figure becoming a beach bum suits me.  And here I don't have to listen to Toshiki whine at me all the time about making eyes at Kazuki or the two of them going at it all hours of the night.  Plus, my new roomy isn't around to bitch about me smoking.  Hooray for me.

So, I took a wrong turn at the beach and ended up lost for a damn week.  And apparently missed prom hell, which I am not sad about in the least.  But now, I have a roommate. 

I am withholding judgement for the moment until I figure out if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I didn't find my precious car in the forest either, which is not surprising.  And I'm still missing one Ginji.  Plus my ciagarettes, though at least I know where the tree can be found for those.  If the owls have moved it, I swear I'm plucking every feather out of their stupid heads.  Grrrr. 

That is all.

I. Hate. Being. HAPPY.

Last week, never happened.  Never.  I do not want to speak of it, hear of it, or even know about it.   I burned a certain pink piece of clothing that shall remain nameless because Ban Midou would never dress in something that frilly.  Nope.  Never.

I miss Ginji.

AND WHAT IS WITH ALL THE DAMN FLOWERS?!?!?

I played the violin!  And it was a lot of fun.  Wait, I never really went to bandcamp.  Oh well.  I still can play the violin.  I feel so free and happy.  It's great.  Cuddles.  Everyone needs more cuddles!

And hugs.  I bet it would make even Toshiki smile!  And Toshiki, honey, you need to cut that hair of yours.  Really.   And change the clothes, would you?  Misa, girl, we need to get together and ....shop or something.  Shopping is fun.  Lots of fun.  I really do love the world today. 

Life's good.  And I like all the colors here.  Everything is so bright and sweet.

[ooc: personality reversal curse .....*feels no guilt about tormenting muses*]

I am never speaking of being a child.  Never. Ever.  It did not happen.  Ban MIdou is not afraid of anything, let alone spiders.  No way. 
Stupid owls.  Stupid island.

I want my Ginji and my car.  I want a house that isnot made of straw and for better neighbors.  Hate. Hate. Hate.

It....I.....there are no words to tell how much I dislike this stupid idea of getting along with people.  No. Way.

WHERE DID MY DICK GO !?!?  And....and....WHY AM I A MIDGET!?!? With the urge to...play and run and giggle. 

I hate you all you stupid owl things.

ARGH SPIDER!  There is a SPIDER in here!!!

MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!