| Sunday, March 20th, 2005 |
| 8:58 am |
Yuuki needs to stop taking the fucking car! DAMNIT! I am so fucking bored right now...this shit is.....GODDAMNIT! I'm seriously gonna kill something! |
| Friday, January 7th, 2005 |
| 1:02 am |
Delivered the fuckin diva to his apartment. Still hadn't fuckin woken up, and his door was unlocked. Dumb bastard, so I left him in his room. Right, gonna fuckin get a drink, his ugly ass was clutterin my office, and I got plans tonight. |
| Monday, January 3rd, 2005 |
| 11:48 pm |
SHit...the fuckin Atobe princess came in my fucking office. I thought he was a prowler or something and dropped my coffee and the fuckin clutz slipped and bashed his goddamned head in my fucking file cabinet. He's not waking up either, so he's here in my office. One of his fucked up friends needs to fucking fetch him already! |
| Thursday, November 11th, 2004 |
| 12:05 am |
IT was not a date...was it? |
| Thursday, October 28th, 2004 |
| 10:08 am |
My mom was released from the hospital today. I will be staying at her home until she is fully recovered, you can find me there, or my fuckin' cell is on. If you bitches fuckin need my guidance just gimme a ring. |
| Friday, October 8th, 2004 |
| 11:26 pm |
No one fucking reads this shit anyway. But I need to fucking report this shit, My fucking mother...had an accident. She's in the hospital. It's my...shit. Just not going to fucking be in my office for a while. If you need to...talk or whatever, just um, fucking talk to Bunta-san. My fucking cell is on. Yeah. Bye. |
| Friday, September 24th, 2004 |
| 9:28 am |
Who's the man...SHAFT...Isaac Hayes? Where?!?!
...Boys...Poster completed. We have a concert. I had to fucking bend over backwards to make this work. Dress warm, we are going to the Naeba Ski Resort to be a side band for the Fuji Rock Fest. One of the Asian Kung-Fu Generation roadies was an old buddy of mine. October 15-17th. Better fucking show up. You all need to come to my office to schedule some time to talk with Akutugawa-san LIKE I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO A WEEK AGO! Next up...the fucking IA needs to get with me NOW. Also come to my fucking office to see the poster. AND GET REHEARSING I DON'T WANNA HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY MY FUCKING BAND SUCKS THAT MUCH. AND WE AIN'T TALKING ABOUT COCK! (Deleted: ...fucking drugs...gotta pour out the fucking bottle. Hopefully Kawamura doesn't fucking remember..shit...the fucking bite mark.) Current Mood:  uncomfortable |
| Thursday, September 23rd, 2004 |
| 12:23 am |
Just saw the numbers. Doing good everyone. Ah...Ibu and Kamio, photo shoots for the airline ads coming up soon. Make Ann proud. Atobe and Oshitari, are you set to do your Fashion Week? ...I need to meet with our new IA as soon as possible. That is all... ((OOC: He was twitching the whole time he wrote it...*snickers*)) |
| Thursday, September 16th, 2004 |
| 2:18 pm |
FuckersBoys. We need to set up interviews with Akutugawa Jirou-san. He wants you bitches to talk about yer success on the fucking ChillBoards, snap to it and fuckin respond now. Ah, and Taka-san...Mom says hi. Current Mood:  cranky |
| Wednesday, September 15th, 2004 |
| 10:35 pm |
Good job Bitc-...boys. Hard work. Yeah...fuck... |
| Monday, August 23rd, 2004 |
| 9:10 pm |
Alright my little bitches, we gotta get some fucking work done on this single. So, my office, all of you. I need to know when you little fuckers can have a meeting. SO DO IT NOW! Current Mood: cranky |
| Friday, August 20th, 2004 |
| 9:01 am |
To the Pulltab sluts:
Okay bitches. One of those reporter geeks mentioned something about a song preview er something like that. We need a fuckin meeting. This weekend I expect you all to come to my fucking office. BE THERE OR I WILL TRACK YER FUCKING PRETTY BOY ASSES DOWN. So all of you: check in with me and get something goin... Current Mood:  crazy |
| Tuesday, August 17th, 2004 |
| 9:00 pm |
My fucking parole officer is making me watch over these little diva fruits called Pulltab to I-don't-give-a-shit. SO now I am mother hen to this bunch. Fucking great. Next order of business...I am going to kill my bitchy diva slut lead singer Atobe. Seriously, the whining little whore thinks I give half a shit about his little fan club or his 'needs'? Fuck. Then I need to go meet the other little bitch, Kamio. Those two keep screaming at each other and I don't have the fucking patience to deal with their shit. I should just kill em both. Anyway, the reason I need to keep this journal is so my fucking officer can keep an eye on my activities. THe dick says if I can keep the fucking boyband in order and get them to the top spot for five weeks in a row, my sentence is over. These little bitches had better not blow it for me, by fighting over the fucking hairspray or whatever! Right, bitches you will come to me before doing anything, saying anything to the press, or even fucking breathin'. Media and press whores, come to me before talking to the band, or you will regret that. Alright. Any fucking questions? Didn't think so. Current Mood:  frustratedCurrent Music: demo tape of my bitch lead singer... |
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