Wednesday, January 28th, 2004
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8:48 am - ((*dusts him off*))
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... Where am I? Where are my brothers, so that I can make fun of them? Where's my wife? And my son? And my ring? Hmm.
current mood: dusty
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Friday, April 18th, 2003
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5:11 pm
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*taps Emeldir's shoulder*
Would the lovely lady and the little man maybe enjoy a picnic today?
current mood:  hopeful
current music: I'm not making fun of anyone!
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Sunday, March 9th, 2003
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10:42 am - What time is it?
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Friday, February 21st, 2003
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10:12 pm - More laughing at Celegorm!
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I just wanted to say...
Happy Birthday, Gormy!
... XD
And if anyone wants to know, Emeldir gave me that picture. *halo*
Love ya, bro!
current mood: Mwahaha!
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Sunday, February 2nd, 2003
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3:23 pm
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Sunday, January 19th, 2003
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5:57 pm - Can't make fun of anyone today...
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I have another child.
.................................
WOOHOO! *sends beer and cigars to every one*
His name is Thúren Atarinke Fëanorion.
And like, I'm going to be the Best Man at Gormy's wedding! Cool.
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Saturday, October 19th, 2002
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5:57 pm - In which Curufin points and laughs at the expense of others...
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Sunday, September 15th, 2002
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2:38 pm
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HEEHEEHEE!
It had to be done. There was no way around it. Stepmother Elrohir was beginning to get as crazed as Celegorm, so Amrod and I fixed him! Not like that, sick freaks. We gave him a facial/manicure/pedicure and dyed his hair and stuff. So now he looks like he used to. ... . ....... . ... AhahahahahahaHA!
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Thursday, September 5th, 2002
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1:35 pm - Heeheehee
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Hmmmmm Celegorm... Why don't you come visit me and sing that song about... about what? About you wishing what? Wishing to have been born a girl?
*semi-longish pause*
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Haha, I laugh at thee.
current mood: Hohoho
current music: ahahAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Wednesday, September 4th, 2002
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5:50 pm - Um... like, yay and stuff.
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Well, I've got a new mun. And so... stuff.
She wants me to let you people know... ITS ALL CELEGORM'S FAULT!!!!!!!
Hey Emeldir, wanna go bowling?
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Friday, August 9th, 2002
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11:31 am - HAHAHAHA
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Thursday, August 8th, 2002
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10:25 pm
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Since I'm about to be a father along with my brother Celegorm, it would seem that I have no justification in laughing at him.
I was incredibly sad for a few hours until something happened.
He is living in the same house with the ex-husband of the chickadee he knocked up.
What is that? Is that the scent of something Curufin can laugh to?
Yes, yes, I believe it is.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Ahem. Much better.
*runs off, snickering*
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Friday, July 5th, 2002
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9:40 pm - confession
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*deep sigh*
Celebrimbor's parents were never mongeese.
However, I refuse to disclose the uh, identity of the real mother for the sake of keeping some sort of sanity in my further pursuit of denial. Also the multitude of close relatives procreating with each other is frightening and I need not bring any more of this into light.
So I am going to sit here and eat nachos.
current music: run nellas run soundtrack
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Friday, June 14th, 2002
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9:59 pm - MARRIED.
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Friday, June 7th, 2002
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1:26 am
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Thursday, May 23rd, 2002
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12:03 am - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Sunday, May 19th, 2002
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12:18 pm - FUCKING YES
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Monday, May 13th, 2002
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12:51 am
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Mandos Recall Release Form
Name of Review Applicant (ie: King Undead Elven Fucker): Curufin
PRE-DEATH INFORMATION
Residence: East Beleriand... before that, Valinor. My dad created anarchy and everything there! It was so fucking cool!! It also wasn't evil. It was punk rock!!
Occupation/Position (ie: Lord of Doriath): Fifth Son of Fëanor/not evil
Species/Race (ie: Elf, Noldor): Elf, Noldor
Spouse (if applicable): N/A N/A N/A N/A!
Name:
Species/Race:
Is spouse living, dead or resurrected?:
If living or resurrected, current relationship status:
If living or resurrected, current residence:
Children (if applicable):
Name(s): Celebrimbor. But he hatched from a very special mongoose egg. And I adopted him and stuff. But he's a mongoose, you know.
# disowned: Er...not...officially?
Are/have children...
Living, dead or resurrected?: I have no fucking clue. I think he's alive. And a chick now. But it's suspect.
Former band camp attendee(s)?: Yes. He played the tuba. He's going to deny it but it's the proud truth.
Produced any Gamgee spawn?: The mongeese are funny creatures.
Orientation:
[X] Good
[] Evil
[] Waste of Space
Historical accomplishment(s): Because we're so damned cool.
POST-RESURRECTION INFORMATION
Current Residence: In hiding with Emeldir!!
Orientation:
[X] Good
[] Evil
[] Slut
Patron Vala/Valië (if applicable):Aulë RULES.
Reason for return: Because Celegorm wanted to go so I wanted to go too I got cavities from all the Mandos candy.
Method of release/escape from Mandos: Forms. Because I'm good. And not evil.
In 100 words or less, justify your existence:
NOT EVIL!
----DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE----
FOR PROCESSOR ONLY:
WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT?
[] YES
[] NO
--end of form
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Wednesday, May 8th, 2002
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11:47 pm
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Look, it's me! See how not evil I am? A face like that could never kidnap and pillage now, can it? No, no, no, never!
Celegorm, however, has the face of evil. You can obviously see that.
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Saturday, May 4th, 2002
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9:36 pm
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My son is a woman. Hopefully whatever s/he's doing won't end up to be anticlimactic and disappointing, thus resulting in many angry mail bombs letters to a certain exiled director who seemed to have lost all capacity in giving a film a proper ending besides having the protagonist walk through a door, after having fiery sex with a sweaty demoness.
...Will not think about that. No.
Also, my brother has thrown himself into a fissure again. That ought to teach you for ever attempting to write lyrics/poetry.
He promised to bring my father back a souvenir.
...yeah.
Not evil.
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