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Ok, kids. Or lentleman. Or just ladies for that matter. XD

I have been informed that Helaina has given her role of Hey Chris over to the lovely Brandie. We should all bake cookies for Helaina and send them via mail. K? Kthnx.

Now that that's settled, here is Chris' journal. Screen name is: Asphyxia And Ash.

In the words of Brandie: "Git friendin." <3

Pee Ess - Make sure to make muffins for Brandie. ^_^

:o! Thanks and have a great day.

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o1. Real name (any nicknames etc): Brandie

o2. Character you wish to play: Joe Trohman

o3. Sample Post (needs to be a decent length and in character <3): So I’ve been sitting here waiting for everyone to get here from…Well I don’t remember because they decided to tell me while I was half asleep. All I do know is that I’ve been to this hotel’s ice machine about 4 times to refill the little bucket thing here. I’ve got this new thing with cold matter; snow, ice, ice cream, ice water, ice cubes, ice burgs…Anything cold. I even took a cold shower this morning, then went right to the ice machine, filled it up and ate ice cubes all the way back to the room.

Enough of the ice fetish though, I’m getting pretty antsy and for some weird reason I have Where Is You’re Boy stuck in my head. This, mind you, is THE hardest song to get out of one’s head. I have yet to pick up my acoustic that’s been staring me down since the time I woke up. I hate when it does that…It’s all like, “Plaaay meee,” and I’m like. “…Ice cuuube,” its rough. I really should play it, come up with new jingles to share…I feel sorta bad weighing it all down on Patrick.

Andy left me a sweet note this morning. Not. He, and I quote, wrote, “Once you get your lazy ass out of bed, take a shower, and use soap. We’re leaving the hotel on the bus at noon. Do us a favor and leave the ice bucket behind.”

Nice, isn’t he? Whatever, see if he gets what he wants tonight when he’s all bus-depressed and Joe-deprived.

I guess this would be my cue to ditch the bathrobe and get some real clothes on.

o4. E-mail address and AIM/AOL sn: LoveAlbatross@aol.com AOL: LoveAlbatross

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o1. Real name (any nicknames etc): Heather - D
o2. Character you wish to play: okay.... I promise to take very good care of Andy Hurley... I'll feed him and walk him and bathe him and... what was the question again?
o3. Sample Post (needs to be a decent length and in character <3):

The tour is comming up soon, and I'm half looking forward to it. It'll give me a chance to read up on some manga and practice meditating. I'm just looking for ways to pass the time and remotely keep myself in check. Movies have been boring me to death since Patrick and I had a marathon of movies.. I must admit some of his choices are very... good.

Speaking of good and bad, I've been noticing a lot of changes going on. I just like to seem aloof a lot of the time to hide what I see and what I know. A lot of people aren't picking up on what I have so far. From Pete's Emo funk to his incredible happiness with his new girlfriend - Kate. From Patrick's past hidden happiness to his current pretty good cover up of not so good feelings. And with Joe getting into a very dangerous fetish with very cold things.

o4. E-mail address and AIM/AOL sn: gambits_gurl@hotmail.com    &   x3pattycakehatsx

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o1. Real name (any nicknames etc): Helaina (Hel, Laina..)

o2. Character you wish to play: Hey Chris

o3. Sample Post (needs to be a decent length and in character <3):

Another night, another end to another day. Who gives a fuck?

This rather large woman with two 14 year olds came into the salon today. They were obvious fans of the boys.. all dressed in their little scene uniforms with their short hair, rubber fuck bracelets, and studded belts. This tends to happen. I get a look from the boss, I try to hide, but I'm in the middle of cutting someone's hair. The 14 year olds freak out, look around as if Pete will materialize from nowhere, then sit and stare. They giggle and point. Maybe I'm asking for it by letting everyone into my life, but whatever. Did I talk to them? No. I wasn't in the mood. Call me an asshole, I don't care. It's all the same thing.

Would you like it if you got stakled by lame ass trend whores who form an opinion about you before one sentence is out of your mouth? I didn't think so.

I'm not in the mood for this.


o4. E-mail address and AIM/AOL sn: poisonedhoney xo