Damn it feels good to be Colibri Calibur
Mood:  vegas lucky
Now Playing: The Idol
So today Joseph sent me two Colibri quantums. Don't tell anyone, but everytime Traigo isn't looking Joseph jacks his and sends 'em to me. I got one of the Extremes, which is very nice, and a bitchin quantum trijet. The trijet makes me extroidinarily happy despite the fact that I've already set fire to a bunch of random things... the blue flames are just so pretty! I've cranked up the extreme to two inches, and the trijet is blue for one and orange spurts for three (I know, it's sweet). I have the urge to light ciggies for people and thus burn off their eyebrows - hehe. Anywho, sorry I've been not posting, but HoR has been busy. You know how it is. Wow, I'm bored already. Watch me end this post.

Trijet it,
Regent

Limp Rewrite
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: I'll be Okay by Limp
To all of you, the verses, but the chorus is for Alex only:

Listen up, listen up!
Here we go
It's a fucked world
We're a fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms
And fucked dads
Just a fucked up a cop
With a fucked up badge
Fucked up job
With fucked up pay
And a fucked up boss
Is a fucked up pain
Fucked up press
And fucked up lies
Well, my playas in the back
With the fact of the fires
Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fuck"
Fuck's just a word
And it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk
With a fucked up mouth
A nine ninch nail
I'll get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up boys
Who like fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up
So whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me
And fucked up you

You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me

Ain't life a bitch?
A fucked up bitch
A fucked up soul with a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head
Is a fucked up shame
Runnin wit my boys
Is a fucked up game
Jealousy filling up a fucked up mind
It's real fucked up
Like a fucked up crime
If I say "Fuck", two more times
That's twenty six "Fucks" in this fucked up rhyme

You wanna fuck me like an animal
You'd like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me

Yeah, Alex needs to burn in hell and die. Wow, I love Garrett. A lot. Amazingly so, in fact. I'm going to go think about that. By the way, Woozy's a bitch. Yeah, you read that right. Not that you care. God I love Garrett! It's not even funny how much I love that boy. But hey, Nykko thinks I ought to add in his rewrite of another Limp song with mine, so here's Nykkos Limp Rewrite entitled: Regent Rebel

Livin' in the fast lane
This is dedicated to you Regent
You are my favorite muther fucker
I told you, didn't I?

Drama makes the world go around
Does anybody got a problem with that?
Her business is her business
Who's guilty?
Can she get a witness?
First things first
The Regent Tigress is my girl Silk
Starbucks lisence to kill
A redneck fuchater from barrington hill
Bangin' in the hipster jeans funk
Her microphone machete's in the back of her trunk
Rocker's who's steady with the
He says, she says
And don't forget about the tigress navigation system
Don't hate her
She's just an alien
With thirty seven tons of new millenium
Dum diddie dum
Where's it coming from?
Regent Tigress, come and get some
Oh no, which way to go
To the dance floor
It's on herstereo
Pay her much mind
Shes brought on wars
About twenty eight times
And her boys keep their pants saggy
Keep a skateboard
A spray can, for the taggin'
And she keep a lot of boys in her beer wagon
Cause she don't give a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane

Shes just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane

the best crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane

Take two
Hoo haa!
Now who's the star, sucker?
She's the tigress
You silly mutherfucker
Puff puff
Give the marujuana cig
Oops
she don't even smoke
But she love the way it smells
Here's a toast to the hottest female
Sippin' on champagne from a seashell
any boy who cop a feel
we pop his ass like a zit
With the tigress navigation system

She no cheap thrill baby
Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills
she chills wit just an ordinary run of the mill fella
Spittin' out hella mic skillz
And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy
Keep a skateboard
A spray can, for the taggin'
And she keep a lot of boys in her beer wagon
Cause she don't give a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane

Shes just a crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
Livin' life in the fast lane

The best crazy mutherfucker
Livin' it up
Not giving a fuck
In the fast lane

Cause she finds it so easy
To tell a lie
but she'd never run and hide
But it's not easy to be alive
So don't be wasting
None of her time

Plugging in her soul
She's a renegade riot getting out of control
She's gonna keep it alive
And continue to be
Flying like an eagle
To her destiny
So can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
Can you feel me? (Hell yeah)
If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah)
Hell yeah, She's livin' life in the fast lane



Thanks Nykko, you're awesome! I'll catch ya'll lata.

Thug Love,
Regent aka Katie

A Conversation with A Twat
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: Minnie the Moocher by Big Bad VooDoo Daddy
So Alexi called me today and the follow convo ensued... I'm paraphrasing in places because my memory ain't so good.

Me: Hello?
A: Hey there, Regent.
Me: If I start pretending not to speak english now...?
A: DOn't be a bitch. I don't want to fight today, okay? I just called to see if you were okay... I heard you and Nem weren't going to well.
Me: Gee whiz, thanks Alex. I'm fine but I've got to...
A: I can't believe that he went to Jack.
Me: You know old seven, he's like that.
A: Old seven?
Me: Um.. yeah.
A: You wouldn't be refering to what I think you're refering to, are you?
Me: Of course not.
A: So you're not refering to the fact that he has the signs of the seven deadly sins tattooed down his chest, are you?
Me: 'Course not.
A: Have you seen those tattoos?
Me: Nope.
A: Somehow, I don't believe that.
Me: You're crazy.
A: Hmm. You're amazing, you know that?
Me: That's funny, do you know how amazing Garrett is in the sack?
A: Speaking of tattoos, have you considered getting one? I always thought about a tiger for your inner thigh...
Me: Alex.... never, ever think about my inner thigh, ever again.
A: Why do you play coy? You know I could fufill all of your darkest fantasies...
Me: Sorry, Garrett and I already used the school girl costume.
A: Sooner or later, Regent, you'll give in.
Me: Or I won't, either or.
A: Persistance breaks down all walls.
Me: Except the invisible one mimes always bitch about.
A: WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR ISSUE, REGENT?
Me: Um.. pie. I like pie.
A: Regent. Just figure it out. You're not this person you seem to think you are. You're not little suburban good doer, you're an evil little vixen who needs to be my girl.
Me: God Garrett is sexy... what, I'm sorry, did you say something?
A: Must you turn everything in to a bloody farce?
Me: Don't even start with that again...
A: YOU NEVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY!
Me: Funny, your dad says the same thing about you... except he says it's charming in me, annoying in you.
A: Why were you talking to my father again?
Me: Becauses he's intelligent... I talk to intelligent people.
A: Are you implying that I'm not intelligent?
Me: No. Why do you raise that implication? Does someone have a Freudian fear?
A: Don't fuck with me Regent, I'm not in the mood.
Me: But I thought I was SUPPOSED to fuck you before... god I'm confused. Speaking of fucking have I mentioned how good Garrett is in the sack?
A: I hate you so much sometimes.
Me: Good bye, Alex, and good luck in life.
A: I wish you whatever you wish me.
Me: Very logical.
A: Don't be so clever, you're a female.
Me: As is your mother.
A: What? That doesn't even make sense!
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, is your mother not female?
A: Shut up.
Me: hey, what happens if I push this button right here?
-click-

He's a tard.

I love Garrett.

Huzzah for Koala.

Loves loves and lovies,
Regent aka Katie

Dear Nem
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Love You For a Day by Lopez
Dear Nem,

I'm sorry... I always knew that you and I would split like this; violently and full of fire. There was never anything about us that was tame and quiet, so I don't know how I ever even hoped that we would end our friendship that way. Then again, there was nothing tender about us, and here we are with hearts raw and open. I never was any good at goodbyes, which is probably why I'm rambling right now. The first time I saw you, I knew it would end like this. We were always dedicated, if I was in trouble, then you were in trouble. We never gave a damn, never backed down, and we would ride like the wind on the shoulders of sin. Considering all that, why is it that I'm surprised we finally turned on one another? It was bound to happen; it's a miracle we lasted this long. The passions that rule both of our minds grip us too tightly when we're around each other, living crazy or apart were the only options. I was there, through broken hearts and first kisses, and you were there for my darkest hours, a bastion of support as desertion set in. Apart we were diminished, weak even. Together we were bold, cruel, and unforgiving, sometimes even too much so.
We're growing up now, Nem. We've both got lives ahead of us.... I have Garrett, and you have your night. You're right, Nem, you always were about who I am. I love the night, as much as you do, but I fear the dawn. It's for all of this that I say good bye, and for all of this that I wish you all my luck (I know, I know, "All of your lousy luck? Wow, Thanks, Regent.", but hey, it's the thought that counts). If you need me, I'm here for you. Every night has a dawning day, and every story has its end. This is our end; the end to all the private, mixed up emotions we have for one another. "When your heart is weak, do you think of love as a one way street? Well, it runs both ways, open up your eyes! Can't you see me here? How can you deny that I love you like only your best and most secretive friend loves you?" I still remember the night you whispered those words, the first night I ever had my heart broken. You showed me that there's more to love then story book romance, you gave me the love that only a friend could give without the limitations of romance. I love you, Nem, like the friend you are to me.
It takes a lot to laugh as the tears go by, but you can find me here till your tears run dry.

143,

Regent

Nem...
Now Playing: Hail Mary by 2pac
"The freaky things that we do, let's keep between me and you."

Fuck you, Nem. Fuck you and I hope you roast in hell you fucking treachorous bastard. We were down, you knew that. Now, every time we talk its you trying to fuck with me. And then you go to Jack and air out the problems between us! Can't believe this shit, man, you KNEW that shit was in house, and taking that to my big brother? What? Can't handle your shit with me, you've got to run to him?
You know me, man. I can't forgive this now. I trusted you for way to long for you to be pullin this. Penitentary love is gone, Nem. You knew this would happen. And still you went and did it.
It really don't matter to me. Fuck you. You knew: one flase move and I will shut you down. It's not a threat, beacuse I've said it for the last time: I will put you through some sad times. Go ahead and try me! Watch the jury say: she walk. You can't touch me, can't rush me, but you went and pushed me. You know me Nem, you know I can't back down any more then you can. After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed... unless it's you. We were so close - whenever you were ridin, I went, almost some Bonnie and Clyde shit. And then you went and tripped.
So can I get a FUCK YOU from all my playas to Nem?

If you thinkin bout me like 'how you gonna handle this', that's my biz, and it is what it is. So you can hate me now, Nem, but I can't stop now... and I won't stop now. You gonna hate me, I'll hate you, simple as that, you don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck. Don't hate me - hate the money I see. Its a thin line between paper and hate, friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates, I can see that now. I ain't a killa but don't push me - activate my hate, let it break to the flame. Penitentiary is packed, with promise makers, and we never realized the precious time we were wastin'. Institutionalized i live my life a product, Made to crumble, much to hardened for a smile, We're too crazy to be humble or step down... in other words, Nem, I don't know how this is gonna end. I just know that I can't ever trust you again, much like I would reccomend you never trust me again.

Regent

We're not domineering, we're just smarter then you.
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Mambo Swing by Big Bad VooDoo Daddy
They're finally declared...The Regent Doctrine

Nem called me today, right after he read the above Regent Doctrine, and had the following conversation with me.

Me: Hello?
Nem: Regent?
Me: Nem? Hey, playa, it's been a while.
Nem: Yeah, well, I've been busy. Giving oral to hot chicks.
Me: Yeah, sure, sure. How's tricks?
Nem: Good. You?
Me: Good.
Nem: Are you giving oral to hot chicks as well?
Me: Can't say that I -
Nem: What? You have? That's awesome. You should tape it.
Me: Right. Will do.
Nem: I read the Regent Doctrine. I agree with it.
Me: But doesn't it say...
Nem: Yeah.
Me: So you agree that you...
Nem: Yeah.
Me: So you're not going to call me...
Nem: Ever again. Honestly.
Me: That's sad.
Nem: Okay, not untill you're eighteen.
Me: That's better.
Nem: Do me some favors.
Me: Yeah?
Nem: First favor: touch yourself in private places while thinking of me.
Me: First favor refused.
Nem: Okay. Second favor, post this conversation, in its entiritey, on your blog thing... Jack reads that, right?
Me: Yeah... its kind of boring so far. Are you going to give a little speech about something?
Nem: Stop ruining the suprise.
Me: Sorry.
Nem: You're a good kid, Regent, and I just called to -
Me: Just to clarify, is this your little speech?
Nem: Won't you let me have even a MOMENT of drama?
Me: Sorry, please continue.
Nem: I just called to let you know that I'll be removing myself from your life, as of tonight. I agree with what they said, you're a nice girl, and I've put you through some shit I shouldn't have. You're constantly putting your ass on the line for me and I'm still fucking shit up. You're pretty, smart, and, oh, shit, hold on a sec... (in background) hey, baby, it's been a while, I'll be off the phone in a little while... uh-uh, don't touch that till I get back... is that a new g-string?... heh that's what I thought (resumes conversation) what was I saying? Oh, yeah, you're a great girl and I really think that you should become a stripper or get your education or whatever the hell it is that Jack wants you to do, because he's done a good job raising you so far. A damn fine job. I figured that out when you slugged Alex in the face.. damn you've got a mean right hook. But that's not the point. The point is... there's not a point, just a summary. You are good. I am bad. Jack is right. I'm not going to talk to you anymore because I get you in trouble. That's it.
Me: Thanks, Nem. But... I'm going to miss you. We were best buds for a long time.
Nem: Yeah, I know, kid. Playa playa forever, right?
Me: Right. I love you, man, and I'll ride for you till the day I die.
Nem: I know, and the same to you. You're my favorite sixteen year old exgirlfriend of Byleth.
Me: Yeah, and you're my favorite X dealer turned antiques sale man.
Nem: I'm going to hang up before you start crying, because I wouldn't be able to stand it. You know I love you, and you know we're friends till death.
Me: Too late, and yeah I know.
- click -

So, I guess Nem is out of my life (for now). I miss you, man.

Love to all of ya'll,
Regent


P.S. I love Garrett, and I was molested by a catholic priest this weekend. Fun stuff!

Orlov Blackjack
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: I'm real by um who the hell knows?
Okay, I've gotten a few comments from people either wondering what Orlov blackjack is or what the rules are, so here you go.

The Original Rules of Orlov Blackjack as written by Bur and Tne

1. The majority of the group shall declare who is the Orlov, typically the newest member of the group. Any person who rejects the Orlov Playing Style will be made into the Orlovs, if they still bitch they must be promptly kicked in the shin, mocked, and thrown out of the table. If possible, also steal any money they have on them, but please be polite and leave them enough for bus fare, unless they have a pass.

2. The purpose of the game is for all non-Orlovs to get as close to 21 as possible without going over 32. The Orlov must get as close to 21 as possible without going over 13.

3.If the Orlov loses a hand, he/she must
A) buy a round for the table
B) Do something to amuse the table
If the Orlov fails to amuse the table, the other players have the right to cause him pain to amuse themselves.

4. Mocking the Orlov earns bonus cards, or cards that may be switched with the players current cards as the player wishes.

5. If the table votes, one of the members must remove an article of clothing or pay one dollar to each non-Orlov individual at the table, Orlovs are not allowed to vote.

6. These rules are subject to change whenever a majority of the non-Orlovs vote to change them.


7. If a non-Orlov somehow manages to lose a hand, they will be imediatly declared and Orlov and penalized 1 article of clothing, 10 dollars and be beaten by another player.

have fun with that,
Regent aka Katie

Retardation by Sexual Deprivation
Mood:  flirty
Now Playing: Freaky Girl by Shaggy and Kraft
"Let's get crunk."
Where the last words Maf was heard to utter, no one has heard anything from him since two days ago and that's fairly unusual. There have been reports of a crazed man running about downtown Atlanta harassing random strangers about blenders... but all very unvalidated.
So let's talk about why Maf went insane.
In Mafs logic, the universe is currently residing on top of its head. Let me list the three constants that exist in his mind:
1) Regent (me) is always in trouble for dancing provacitivly with random men infront of their girlfriends.
2) Jack is always sleeping with atleast three women, typically two of them are related.
3) Maf always owns a blender.

1 isn't true at the moment because I'm dating Garrett, 2 isn't true because of the 'pimple sisters' as they're now called, and Maf's blender broke the morning or his disappearance, rendering 3 false when his girlfriend threw it out... it shattered Maf's already fragile brain (too many 3 am slushy runs, poor Maf couldn't handle them, he never had the constitution of Nem and I. Poor Maf, we'll miss you.

I predict he's gone a week, Burs got a month on loc, place your bets with Sel, she's taking bets till 5 am this morning.

Anyway, Ren fair tommorow and Blackjack tonight (no Orlov, goddamn it). Yeah, fun shit, that.

Get crunk,
Regent aka Katie

God, I love him!
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: The Coffee Song by Frank Sinatra
Topic: Garrett!

I just want to say something that I've kinda had rolling around in my head all day.

I love Garrett.

Now, I know alot of you are thinking "Oh dear lord, she's lost her mind!" (and then you were thinking of ways to blame Alex, right??? he he) and you're absolutely right - I've gone crazy with love. He's attractive, intelligent, sweet, and most of all he makes me laugh and any time I think of him I smile. Its like some sort of inner glow has switched on, because everyone I meet tells me how happy I look - and it's all thanks to him. Any time I even think about getting a little down, something reminds me of him and my blood becomes champagne.
How lucky am I that I'm dating a caring, sweet, attractive man who makes me laugh? Although Jack wants to kill me, because rather then focus on his so called "important" things I'm off in dream land, thinking about how warm and comfy it would be to fall asleep with Garrett. Meanwhile, Jack is attempting to salvage a very nasty situation involving two sisters [yes, yes, we've all heard the nasty pimple story, let's try and ignore that and focus on how happy Garrett makes me ; ) ]
Anyway, I can't wait to see Garrett again so that I can do all sorts of inappropriate things to him (none of which will be reported here) or just curl up in his arms.

Luvies,
Regent aka Katie

Oh, and BTW, I know my name was on that whole Jello thing, but hey, Nem-Tne isn't exactly known for it's honesty, so yeah, I was in no way involved. Nor was Nem. Nor was Nykko, who I want to send a special thank you to... not that I'm thanking him for helping us out with the Jello thing. Not at all. You're paranoid.
; )

ALEXANDER STRIKES AGAIN, THIS TIME WITH MORE IDIOCY THAN EVER
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Lola by the Kinks
Yet again the tenacity and dedication to his cause have amazed me. Alex Bexley, former champion of the little guys rights and close friend, current chairman of O.P.H.R.T. (the Organization of People who Hate the Regent Tigress) has dedicated the past year or so to doing just that: hating me. I'm not sure why, although I'm told it has something to do with my younger years and my association with Carth (aka Byleth or Chietan). Yet again, I'm also told it has more of something to do with my more recent involvement with The Pride, more specifically Avia. Then there's the people who say it's Nems fault, which it probably is but because of the other two groups I can't do anything about it.
Because some of you have probably heard about the most recent incident in Alexi's career of hatred directed towards myself, I want to take the opportunity to explain why I was in contact with Spyre last Thursday, as Alexi has had the wondrous decency to pry out into the open and scream at everyone who knows the Spyre situation. Yes, I was in contact with Spyre, but no, it was not for the intentions that Alex is implying. The reason was simple: Spyre and I are friends. Now, some of you may be thinking to yourself "that's bullshit" and I can understand why, but I must remind you that Spyre and I had our little spat almost a full 1.5 years ago now, and that since then we've been in contact numerous times. Ever since his fiance left him last March, his self esteem has been very low, and he has been suffering panic attacks. Because of this, he needed a female friend that he could trust, was close to, and had no sexual interest in whatsoever - which is where I entered his mind. I talked through some of his problems with him, and we continue to be very good friends.
Unlike Alex and I. If any of you see him around, please express to him, in the fullest of terms, exactly how much I hate him and want him to perish, and then to roast in perditions flame. Perhaps he'll have the good decency to crawl under a rock and die after realizing that he just stuck his well shaped but very large nose into business which he had no right to go poking around in, but I doubt it. If Elise reads this, perhaps she could give him an STD for me. But I doubt that as well, she's never done anything on my behalf other then the time she called to warn me that Nem was in town - a full two hours after he had scared the living daylights out of me by popping up in the middle of a parking lot and yelling at the top of his lungs "OH MY DEAR LORD IT'S YOU!". Btw, thanks, Elise. What would I ever do without you?

Also, Koalas roxxor my boxxors and no one explain that to Jack. ; )

Tons of love to all of y'all, but especially to Koala,

Regent aka Katie