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| Sunday, May 13th, 2012 | | 7:14 pm |
[ooc: backdated to Friday afternoon because I am lame and super behind, tra la!]
[Weird Sisters and Electra]
Lads, I have some fucking great news! Electra Flint has agreed, officially, to put up with me in a romantical capacity. Hands, etc off, please, and also we'd like to keep it just among the band for right now, so if you could not mention it to others that would be ace.
None of you will have as great a day today as I'm having, but do try anyway. Happy Friday, fuckers! | | Sunday, May 6th, 2012 | | 8:49 pm |
[ooc: backdated to Sunday night 10pm-ish]
[Electra]
Hey, you. Did I leave my wand at your flat? I can't seem to find it at mine. Damn this dual-flat-ism. | | Monday, April 30th, 2012 | | 12:19 am |
(ooc: backdated to Saturday morning, April 28)
[Electra]
Happy Saturday, love. Are you free this evening? I've got a dinner reservation at this posh new restaurant in town and nobody to accompany me... | | Monday, April 23rd, 2012 | | 1:06 pm |
So I guess my brother and his wife are having a baby.
No glove, no love, you lot! We can't have band babies already. I can only be an uncle to one toddler at a time.
NO GLOVE, NO LOVE. | | Friday, April 13th, 2012 | | 1:17 pm |
[Myron]
I'm sorry for being such a prick earlier, My. You don't deserve that. The truth is that shit is changing really fucking fast all over the place and it's all sort of shitty. Still, I shouldn't be taking my bad moods out on you, so, apologies.
Are you coming home soon? We can have a lads' night in and eat some shitty take-away and watch telly or something. Deal? | | Thursday, April 5th, 2012 | | 7:52 pm |
SEVEN.
I'm shite with words but, just, I fucking love you lads. We did it. Even if we don't win a damned thing (which obviously we will). We fucking did it. Thank you. | | Monday, April 2nd, 2012 | | 12:26 pm |
I've got an appointment Wednesday with the healers at St. Mungo's. Anyone want to come hold my hand?
[Kirley]
I thought it was your turn to watch him!
[Myron]
That Why How's it going, baby?
[Herman]
So, if you were to go about wooing the love of your life, who was pretty hacked off at you...what would you do? | | Wednesday, March 28th, 2012 | | 2:05 pm |
[Weird Sisters]
Gerald is fucking Meaghan. At what point can we actually fire him? | | Sunday, March 18th, 2012 | | 5:31 pm |
Mates, they've given me a wheelchair lounger thing that floats, and it lays back if I want it to. I fucking love magic!!! They've also given me a ton of painkillers and the all-clear to play as long as I don't get jostled too much.
SO, OI! NO FUCKING JOSTLING, YOU HEAR?
I'm trying to upgrade to the specialty version that comes with fit birds fanning me with palm fronds everywhere I go, but I think my order is getting lost in translation. Billy, darling, if you'd be so kind as to come translate for me....or clone yourself and break off some palm fronds?
[Weird Sisters]
How are we feeling about the show, then, lads? Everyone on the up and up? How's the arm, Heathcote?
And...do we know where our instruments are? Because those are important. For the music. Making sounds to make music. Anyone?
[Heathcote]
Mate. Our drugs are gone. In the crash. I just realised.
A moment of silence, please. | | Friday, March 9th, 2012 | | 7:05 pm |
| | Monday, March 5th, 2012 | | 1:17 pm |
Not having days off between shows is getting a bit brutal. What does a bloke have to do to wallow around being properly hungover these days? I know, I know, we had yesterday off, but that's not the point. The point is that today I feel like shite and hangover potion only works for alcohol, it seems and it's really fucking cold outside.
Where are we?
[Billy]
Found your bra, darling. How are you feeling?
[Weird Sisters]
Talked to my mum. Have any of you lot used that pay phone outside the venue yet? It cut me off like three minutes in and I swear to God I put fifty million coins into that fucker. Don't waste your money on that one if you need to make a call.
But anyway, she said that my sister said that her friend said that Brianna broke up with her new bloke I was telling you about. HUZZAH.
Should I How shitty would I should just tell her about magic and win her back, right? | | Tuesday, February 21st, 2012 | | 8:03 pm |
[Weird Sisters]
Lads,
Tour's on hold for right now, because the fuckers at the label (Gerald specifically, and probably Alair) think it's okay to dole out threats. Fuck them, and we have enough of a fan base that we can break contracts and do our own thing if needed. If you have a problem with that, then you can come talk to me directly, but for right now, this is how we're handling this. If the label wants to support Gerald trying to blackmail Myron into doing what he wants, then I say fuck the label.
We are one unit. We are bandmates, best friends, brothers, and I personally will not stand for any record label doing anything to upset one of my own. We are bigger than a record label or a tour. | | Tuesday, February 14th, 2012 | | 10:38 pm |
If you wake up with a hangover next to the fittest blonde who has ever existed, it means you did Valentine's Day right, yeah?
What did you lot do last night? (Spare me the gritty details, Myron Wagtail.)
Oh fuck, and I have my date thing tonight. With an eleven year old. Eleven. I've been told I'm to wear a tuxedo- the things I do for bloody charity. How long do I have to be out, anyway, Gerald? Alair? One of you fuckers that set this up?
[Myron and Kirley]
I miss Meaghan. And Brianna. A lot. Group flop on the couch in a half hour? | | Sunday, February 12th, 2012 | | 2:04 pm |
This is the first Valentine's Day I haven't had a girlfriend since seventh year in just about five years. I'd forgotten how nice it is not to have to plan complicated, expensive shite.
That said, WHO WANTS TO BE MY VALENTINE? I'll make you a papier mache (fuck knows if I'm spelling that right, sorry to any Frenchmen in our midst) heart, like we did in primary school.
[Oatie]
You haven't suddenly fallen in love in the past two weeks, right? No bird tying you down to plans for Tuesday? Because I'm pretty sure that fit Valentine's-desperate single women will be pretty easy to pull anywhere we go. You in? | | Sunday, January 29th, 2012 | | 11:37 pm |
I am seriously never moving from this fucking couch. You are going to have to cut it out from around me when I finally die from NEVER MOVING.
Who wants to bring me a beer?
KIRLEY, BRING ME A BEER. AND THE REMOTE.
I love you all a whole fucking lot, but it is so good to not see your ugly mugs right now.
[Meaghan]
I'm sorry. Clean slate?
[Orsino]
So. I don't actually have to get that tattoo on my arse, right, old buddy, old pal? Best mates forever? I didn't mean you when I mentioned the ugly mug thing, honest. | | Wednesday, January 25th, 2012 | | 12:34 am |
[after Merton's entry][Weird Sisters] EMERGENCY BAND MEETING PRONTO IN THE VENUE DRESSING ROOM. I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE DYING OR IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHAG, BE HERE IN FIVE MINUTES. And respond to this so I know you're on your way. [Kirk and Giselle]How would you two feel about coming out for our encore to help sing the last two songs? | | Wednesday, January 18th, 2012 | | 1:32 am |
Just so you know, my family's coming to the show tonight. Best behaviour, etc, please.
[Opie]
Your brother's really miffed that we shagged, just a head's up. If you catch any flak for this, I'm so sorry.
[JJ]
What are the chances I can spend the night at home instead of on the bus tonight? | | Sunday, January 15th, 2012 | | 9:00 pm |
Got whatever Kirley has. You should probably stay out of my room [stricken ten or so minutes after originally posted, because he realised he didn't want anyone else getting sick] unless you're bringing me soup and loads of sympathy. Also accepting (gentle) cuddles, new boxes of tissues, and for the love of God, someone please bring me some lozenges.
Passing out now. May never wake up again. Goodbye, friends.
Oh fuck, just realised that this means I can't go out when we get to Manchester. BOLLOCKS. | | Tuesday, January 10th, 2012 | | 12:08 am |
IRELAND.
The fucking motherland. | | Sunday, January 8th, 2012 | | 11:17 pm |
Why do we even have a fucking publicist? Seriously.
How do we write back about this shit? Gerald, can we set up a group interview or something? This is stupid.
[Meaghan]
You know I didn't threaten Micah, right? I don't mean to insult your intelligence by asking, but I want to triple check. The fucking papers. |
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