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The name's Jesse St. James, and if that doesn't sound familiar then you're in the wrong place; ignorance and bad taste are not welcome on my blog. If you do recognize my name, congratulations -- you have class. Since I fully intend to become a star, this blog will serve as a record of sorts of my life pre-Broadway. Enjoy it while you can. {This is a Role Play and has no affiliation with Glee or Jonathan Groff.}

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wherethesinslie

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wherethesinslie:

This is so beautiful.

I'm sending all my love to you.

#ooc; fjiso i need to go to sleeeeep #'night night! *MWAH*

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alexicanidiot:

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…Robitussin? Damn, Henry, are you… feeling okay? She’s too busy high-society-ing with fellow members of high society. As is my father. And so is my uncle.

I’M PERFECTLY PERFECT, FLYING ON CLOUDS OF COTTON CANDY. You know, I read that as “She’s too busy doing my father.” I don’t know how, but it happened. And I wish they sounded as exciting as that at the moment.

Okay, you're most definitely the Nat in this situation. I just hope you're not out clubbing, or anything. ...Oh God. I could've lived my whole life without that suggestion.

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alexicanidiot:

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Okay, Henry, you’re completely smashed. What are you on? …I’ll say hello to my mother from you if you’re serious, but she’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.

The highs and lows of greater and stronger times, man. The cough remover, I couldn’t find any pot at such short notice. My bad. What’s she dooooing?

...Robitussin? Damn, Henry, are you... feeling okay? She's too busy high-society-ing with fellow members of high society. As is my father. And so is my uncle.

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alexicanidiot:

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alexicanidiot:

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Hm. Well, just remember — Henry only approves of pot. No robitussen. And hey, I never said I was going to get drunk; I’m only drinking enough to numb myself from this torture.

I’m not going to comment on that statement, Nat. You could run away to a secret place with rainbow bunnies and chocolate fountains, doesn’t that sound inviting? That sounds heavenly to me.

…..SJB, pot only. And no. Actually, that sounds… nauseating.

Lalalala, I cannot hear you over the sound of this jazz. CHOCOLATE HEALS, NUMBS AND FEEDS THE SOUL. Respect it and it’s fountain-y goodness, word to your mother. Which reminds me, tell her I said hello from this happier dimension.

Okay, Henry, you're completely smashed. What are you on? ...I'll say hello to my mother from you if you're serious, but she's a bit preoccupied at the moment.

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alexicanidiot:

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Hm. Well, just remember — Henry only approves of pot. No robitussen. And hey, I never said I was going to get drunk; I’m only drinking enough to numb myself from this torture.

I’m not going to comment on that statement, Nat. You could run away to a secret place with rainbow bunnies and chocolate fountains, doesn’t that sound inviting? That sounds heavenly to me.

.....SJB, pot only. And no. Actually, that sounds... nauseating.

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alexicanidiot:

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alexicanidiot:

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Perhaps.

Being the expert I am at exposing certain emotions and then trying to deny everything I’ve implied, I can tell it’s not going so well. That and the fact your parents’ dinner parties never ever go well.

Ha….

Considering I’ve taken a liking to my new aloof attitude that will probably only last a weekend, I am Henry. ^.^ All you’re going to do by drinking is make a complete fool out of yourself. I vote angry uncle, he would understand, wouldn’t he? Yes, yes he would. Make a run for it.

Hm. Well, just remember -- Henry only approves of pot. No robitussen. And hey, I never said I was going to get drunk; I'm only drinking enough to numb myself from this torture.

alexicanidiot:

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alexicanidiot:

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Perhaps.

Being the expert I am at exposing certain emotions and then trying to deny everything I’ve implied, I can tell it’s not going so well. That and the fact your parents’ dinner parties never ever go well.

Ha. Accurate Nat is accurate.

Right now, you’re the Natalie in this relationship. Can’t you run out of there, sneak away like a shadow?

And I suppose that makes you Henry? I could, but my uncle would be pissed once he found out. The one good thing is that my parents couldn't care less if I drink or not. ;)

alexicanidiot:

stjames-:

Perhaps.

Being the expert I am at exposing certain emotions and then trying to deny everything I’ve implied, I can tell it’s not going so well. That and the fact your parents’ dinner parties never ever go well.

Ha. Accurate Nat is accurate.

alexicanidiot:

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alexicanidiot replied to your post: Shoot me now.

I’m worried.

Don’t be, Nat — I’m only having a wonderful time at my parents’ dinner party. It’s a blast.

Really.

Which explains why you’re asking to be murdered, hm?

Perhaps.

alexicanidiot replied to your post: Shoot me now.

I’m worried.

Don't be, Nat -- I'm only having a wonderful time at my parents' dinner party. It's a blast.

Really.

Shoot me now.

#Thank god this will be over soon.

evee-deschanel replied to your post: text: oh hey, i forgot to tell you! they’re trying to Wicked at the local community theater… for a fundraiser or something. they’re holding auditions *totally going for galinda ;)*

text: starting this saturday morningg!

TEXT: Awesome, I'll check it out. Thanks, Evee. :)

text: oh hey, i forgot to tell you! they're trying to Wicked at the local community theater... for a fundraiser or something. they're holding auditions *totally going for galinda ;)*

TEXT: You're serious? Fiyero is among in the list of my top twenty ideal roles. Do you know when auditions are?