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Oct. 28th, 2019 06:55 am
To the computer tech geek person who had to reset my password for the millionth time because I kept forgetting to login after oh so many requests, you're an angel for not sending me a 'screw you' note. (:

Now that I have regained access to this awesome, amazing, cool space, I'm going to start journaling my thoughts, feelings, fears, dreams, ambitions, to-do-lists, weekly meal plans, daily mantras and affirmations... yeah, fuck no.

xoxo,

John

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May. 13th, 2017 11:05 am
Remember two years ago I mentioned having a dilapidated cabin in the woods? You probably don't. I don't blame you. Not the point of this post. The thing is I burned part of it down by accident last night.

Don't ask.

Anyone here has the ability to magically fix shit? Like with the snap of a finger? If not, I'll take someone with the ability to chop wood and knock it into place. Like a carpenter. But cheaper.

Also, I'm back for a few weeks. Maybe more.
Heading off to Chicago again. Not sure when I'll be back. Judging by the amount of dust in my suite since I was last here, I'm going to be needing some help cleaning up while I'm gone.

It's a paid job. Let me know if you're interested.

...?

Mar. 4th, 2016 09:45 am
Quick question, boys and girls. How the fuck is not having a Facebook/Instagram account -- weird? I'm over 30. Not 16, going on 17.

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Dec. 14th, 2015 09:45 am
That moment when you look at someone you've known for years and they seem all kinds of different to you somehow...

Not sure if it's a good or bad thing.


#deepthoughtsareuseless #soarehashtags #burritos

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Oct. 31st, 2015 10:46 am
Off to spend the weekend in a dilapidated cabin in the woods. I may or may not be back on Monday.

Happy Halloween.
Here's a public service announcement because I'm just that kind of a nice guy.

Now listen up. To all you kiddies who think getting a girlfriend or boyfriend or life partner (or whatever it is you call 'getting up, close and personal with someone') will make your life super duper awesome -- take my advice. Get a fucking hamster. I hear they live for up to three years and that's still longer than the lifespan of most relationships.

You'll thank me someday.

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May. 22nd, 2012 10:50 pm
I'm taking Ange's dog to over to his mom's place (because how dare the asshole get himself kidnapped and have me saddled with his goddamn animal, right?). Will be back at the mansion in time for the trip -- mission -- whatever.

Call/text if there's a change to the plan.
I don't know/remember half of you people. Kindly introduce yourselves.

I'm John. Pyromaniac... pyrokinetic. I work at Elpis, and tend to spend at least a quarter of the year in Africa, India or Cambodia. Which would be why we've never met.

Honestly, I don't particularly care about why and how you came to the mansion, or why you're part of this lovely little network here. So just a name and what your abilities are would suffice. Let's skip the sob story for never.
I actually woke up this morning missing mansion living. Those mornings when I'd piss everyone off by leaving milk on the kitchen counter, dishes in the sink, blasting music in the room, leaving the TV, lights and everything on at night...

Think I might drop by sometime this weekend.

Fuck.

Mar. 14th, 2011 05:35 am
Been having trouble sleeping. Counting sheep doesn't work. Whoever thought of that -- FUCK YOU. Drinking helps but I've got a meeting at 9am tomorrow. Sleeping pills are for the weak. Will consider getting into a bar fight tomorrow night. Getting knocked out sounds like a pretty damn good idea.
-- make attempts to quit smoking. I would suggest you learn to tolerate my temper which will increase by a tenfold this year. Fuck that.

-- drink more

-- work less

-- misuse and abuse powers

-- move out of Xavier's Fucking done!

-- live fast, die young. Working on it.

-- apply for admission to NYU's master's degree prog. crap Pursuing Masters at Columbia.

Meet Stinky )
Angelo's a fucking genius. Check it: )
In need of a fire retardant outfit.

No more drinking on a weekday.

This is suit #3 that's been ruined since the start of summer.

Angelo, I have a patch of burned skin on my arm. ): This is fucked up. My powers are fucked up. I am officially the most fucked up pyrokinetic on the planet.

1) Cannot create fire.
2) Can be burned.

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I'm taking the rest of the day off to contemplate suicide.
Spent the weekend in Tijuana. Considering a permanent move to the city. Next getaway: London.
The early bird does not get the worm. There is no worm. Or the worm comes in the form of a stack of reports handed down to you while you're still attempting to get your tie straightened.

In that case, the worm is shit. The worm is not worth getting up at seven am for.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Time to get wholly drunk.
Need help with packing some stuff up. Any volunteers?

ETA: Angelica Jones, I believe you owe me one.
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