Scott Calvin

^{(Backdated to Thanksgiving)}

Great. Does he really expect me to look at this, twice?!

As long as you give it back. It's alright.

Wonder... I can't even see Charlie anymore.

I'm really to hate these over active hormones.

I mean facial hair by the afternoon, when I just shaved in the morning?

And the weight, the little kids are starting to think I'm Santa Claus or something.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I'm naked and I have no idea where I am.

Wonderful.

Least I'm back to being me.

^{(Excuse the lack of a cartoon version for him as an icon I could not find anything close to him >.> So, pretend please? ^^)}

Ok, seriously. People do not friend this journal if you're not a part of dramadramaduck
It's not cool at all.

And it's a good way to get yourself on the Naughty List for life.

If you RP with duckies it's fine :)

But please de friend this is you're not.

Or need I have to unleash Martin Short on you?

Happy birthday, Jacky.

I can't believe this is happening. Laura is actually suggesting I don't see Charlie anymore.
He's my son even if we do share him. I don't know what to do. The kid has an over active imagination.

So, I gave him five bucks to shut it up.

And ontop of that I think I need to start working out.

The old waist line seems larger then usual...

Wow. That was some trip. I guess other worlds do exist. Freaky.

<sup>Now to figure out what to do with this coat. And get the sand out of my boots

(After this and this)</sup>

( Its All a Dream or is it? )

 

Disregard anything I've said in the past few days. Must have been on crack or something

Especially that "Santa" thing.

You know I don't know why I bother stressing in the first place.

Sure I have a toy company to run but hey.
Maybe this way I could spend more time with my son Charlie.

Heck, I don't know why I was stressing turning into Santa either. It's all good.

Maybe I should do what that Spock fan told me and just 'chill'


Speaking of which it's alright if you hang onto that coat for a bit, not like I need it now. Least not yet.


^{(The irony he actually works in a Toy Company designing toys before turning into Santa. LOLZ)}

That never happened.

Either way, it's good to be home and warm
And I'm burning that coat.



^{(Strikes Hackable)}

Well, this is certainly interesting. After having a weeks pile of paper work I come back to check this place. Not sure why And find it as I left it. A nut house.

Seriously are their re - lasps or something around here?

But enough about that, thanks to one nut now. I think his name was 'Bob', conned me going to the North Pole.
And he rants on and on and how he 'supposedly' did some horrible things to me.
And the sad part is he still believes I'm Santa. [Head Shake]

All I have to say it must still be a dream. But it feels so real

And that snow. Get this. It was only snowing over my house when I left. Only my house at the end of May. Oh, and reindeer on the roof? That will be a tough one to explain. Hopefully, there's no hoof marks. What am I saying?

I think the stress is finally getting to me. Either that or I'm getting as bad as the rest of you.

Oh, and as far as the outfit goes? Neil must have left it in myself. Just so he can prove how 'crazy' I am.
It's rather snug to say the least for being here.
Where ever here actually is.

^{(All strikes hackable)}

Well, this is strange, very strange turn of events. It's no longer Spring for more then 24 hours and now it's snowing. Actually it's a blizzard.

Came outside and found my car stuck in 8 inches of snow. As I dug out the car, I slipped and twisted my ankle.

Think I'm going to call work and tell them I'm not coming back for the rest of the day. The traffic to get down to The Loop, is horrible. You wouldn't believe it.

Hey you! You kids out there! Stop throwing your snowballs at the window pane!

Yesh!

They never said Global Warming was this bad.


^{((Mun thought it was appropriate since it really is this bad today but since this is Santa Claus canon ^^ and also keep in mind this is also 1995))}

It's offical. This place isn't only a nuthouse but a figment of my imagination as well.


^{((Denial denial))}

[Scott had just finished tucking Charlie into bed. His mind was racing. Between the work that lay in front of him at the moment and about the person he said could spend two weeks with him. What was he? An idiot? Letting someone from online come here? Not to mention from over seas as well. He shook his head. Part of it was to get back at his ex – wife who kept rubbing Neil in his face. The other half he suppose he was just lonely. Sighing, clicked his pen and continued working and waiting...]

Well suppose I should finally make use of this online journal.
First, Laura still thinks I’m crazy about this whole and we’re all worried about my son Charlie. After all he still thinks that whole incident was real and I’m the one who ends up looking like the nutcase here, like that blue spikey haired person I met he really needs to see someone,[[Hackable]] when I don’t even believe any of it.

Otherwise, work has been progressing. Trying to figure out how many Molly Dollies we should ship out.

I have to say this community can be quite entertaining. Even if non of it is real [[Hackable]]