Gender: Female Location: When in Doubt, Go to the Library.
Mackenzie Crook (Ragetti)
My Dearest Journal;
I must protest. I really must. And all beings with flesh and blood wandering around this godforsaken place are too wrapped up in their own tedious affairs to pay the slightest attention to my own, so who else am I to come to?
Oh good Lord. I'm rationalizing to a piece of paper.
Well, there go another couple of years to therapy.
At any rate.
Gore (who I am apparently to call "Master Verbinski" as I am just a "minor character) (blast him) is quite insisting on "method acting" on this film.
Yes, we all know what that means.
I am now at a loss of an eye.
Thus the protesting.
More later. It's time for my monumental scene with Naomi. I've been rather looking forward to this one.
Yours most sincerely,
Mackenzie.
(meh, I'm... trying? Definitely not up to T. Maria's standards... )
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Dear Staff,
Today I gave a meeting that unfortunatley had to end along the lines of,
"It has come to my attention that you are all ganging up on the, well, what do you call him, whelp? So I decided to bring you all aside to say, Orlando is just trying to prepare for a scene I haven't had the heart to tell him he wasn't doing. That orange color on his skin just opens him up to so many new colors he can wear and if he ever wanted to wear makeup he- nevermind. Everyone just needs to lay off okay?
As for you Keria- stop making googly eyes at Jack D. We're all professional here, or so I thought."
I then look over to find Mr. Depp scrunched in a little ball on the floor... napping. Why do I do this to myself, why?
I then continued to tell everyone to welcome Chow who apparently finds it funny to stick his 9-inch-long nails into peoples ears. *sigh*
By the last sentence I had 2 people sleeping, Keira picking her nose in plain sight, Mckenzie picking at his wooden eye which I'm still not sure how he got ahold of... and geoffrey staring at his reflection in the mirror asking around if he should dye his hair.
Lord help me.
Goodnight.
Gore
haha. first stab at this thing! hopefully it will progressivly get better... hopefully. :]
Gender: Female Location: When in Doubt, Go to the Library.
MacKenzie:
My Dearest Journal:
I have decided that the time has come to make peace with my eye.
So I sat it across the table today, and stared at it for a while.
With the other eye, of course. The good one.
I felt we needed to "reach out to each other."
Or at least that was what my therapist told me. She said we needed to have some kind of closure. And that closing the door on the thing didn't count.
Ah well, I tried.
So now it's sitting on the table across the room from me, and I'm on the couch, just staring at it.
Hmm.
What does one say to one's eye?
Maybe I should say something philisophical like, 'Well, even though I'll only be seeing half the joy from now on, I'll also be only seeing half the sadness."
No. Too corny.
I could say, "Why wouldn't you just bloody stay in my socket?!?!" but I have a feeling that's not really "closing" anything. That's just being a raving madman.
At an inanimate object.
Oh, Eye. Have we got some issues to work through.
And come on, it's not even responding! How am I supposed to have emotional closure with something that's being so... so... wooden?!
-A very distressed Mackenzie.
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oo!! more!!!! i loved that second Johnny!!! Willabeth t-shirts...can someone do another one for Jack D.?
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first try, so probably not hilarious.
Brukheimer
Dear Me,
Gore's meeting is a mess. Knightly was picking her nose while staring at Davenport (how could one make googly-eyeing so despicable?), while Davenport was leaning on Chow. Obviously Chow hated it, and his shirt was dripping with drool. Bloom was orange, (what did he do to himself?) and full of blisters. Everyone was wearing a 'Willabeth' t-shirt. Bloom wanted to give me one, but i refused. I've never seen anything so shabby in my life.
I walked out of the meeting confused. Why did anyone pick Verbinski? And one of chow's fingernails got stuck in my ear. I told the first crew person i saw to glue those fingernails on him so they won't get detached.
The monkey kept hitting me on the head today, and kept finding peanuts in my hair. I knew i shouldn't have ridden on a public plane. Someone's bag of peanuts exploded earlier, and everything was a mess.
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"Get that out of my face." "It's not in your face, it's in my hand." "Get what's in your hand out of my face." <3 set by yours truly
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"Get that out of my face." "It's not in your face, it's in my hand." "Get what's in your hand out of my face." <3 set by yours truly
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