sugarbang
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Hi! My names Jake and this is my super secret (not so secret) (secret) blog! Kick up your feet and relax at Casa Crocker while i fetch us a bit of tea and cake. :B
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all along? umโฆ it has gotten a bit more intense since the crashoutโฆ
i saw that, his freak out on live television. they cut the cameras before he was able to say anything of substance, a lot of it seemed.... he seemed high on something. that's what i assumed. do you know anything about this "crashout", and has he been talking about me in this tone the entire time?
#ic#i'm going through all his posts now. i had no idea he was posting about me. i don't know what it means if he doesn't remember anything#he's said publicly about me. nothing lines up.
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remember last time i was on here and i asked you all what i should do with his phone and you all said i should drain his credit cards? you were right, by the way. i regret not doing that.
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what the fuck is going on at crocker corp, i don't even.... he was literally doing JUST fine in interviews. the last i heard he never wanted to see me again, he said if he saw me again he'd get the authorities involved.
#ic#d.l.#he has friends here doesn't he? we've talked before. how long has he been talking about me like this???
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I'm braking into his house ASAP! Mo other options at this point. HAvnt been able to get ahold of ol Dirk at all... uhm. and I don't think I will be able to live out side any more because I'mnot an outdoorsy guy and this really really reall y really sucks. I do not like it! Not one bit.
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Your name is Dirk Lalonde, you are twenty six years old, you are a burnt out model and leech off of your brothers wealth to fill your needs until you eventually get back on your feet, which is what you were trying to do until your creepy, corporate ex boyfriend was found in a bloody, dirty, sweaty mess on the FLOOR OF YOUR BEDROOM, with glass covering the floor from where he had broken the window. You found him like this yesterday, on the ground near your bed, holding one of your massive squishmallows in his arms as he slept. You nearly threw up. The violation of trust and privacy from a man who has spent the last few months smearing your family name publicly and coming up with lies about things you had said to throw you under the bus crashes onto your nervous system like a wall of bricks, and before you know it you're screaming, in pure hysterics. It wakes him, because of course it does, but you can also hear your brothers footsteps barreling down the hallways and up stairs to your bedroom.
You never wanted this. You never wanted to be famous, to deal with all the hollywood freaks anyone could sick on you just because you were, what? Beautiful? Young? Dave Lalondes little brother? You thought you were over with this when you gave up modeling for good. You thought you would've had your autonomy back, but your windows broken and your rooms a mess and a man who's been harassing you and stalking you and verbally publicly abusing you is staring at you with those giant blue doe eyes like he would you'd outsmoke him and he'd get too high, trembling and shaking like a scared animal. He could crush all your bones if he wanted to, he was massive, and you were painfully underweight, something you were always hyper aware of. Before you can even process anything, Dave's shoving you out and shutting the door behind him, trying to keep you out. A different panic hits your stomach, and you bark back a "NO!!" What if he hurt Jake? Despite everything, you didn't want to see him hurt- not because of your brother- what would that do for the brand? For the family? Any form of injury he could use as proof that the Lalondes were even more satanic than the Crockers have already said. But Dave doesn't listen. He locks the door the moment it's shut. You bang on the door to no avail, before wilting. Fuck this stupidly well made manor, you can't hear shit through the walls. You begin to pace, and pace, for minutes on end.
But you're clever. A thought comes to you, and you can practically feel the metaphorical lightbulb above your head.
"D! GIVE ME HIS PHONE!"
Theres silence from the other room, but within a minute, Sugars phone is slid under the door for you to take. Yes! Yes! Okay, at least this is something. You have control over SOMETHING.
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The lalondes are out at themoent so its gotta get done now!
HEkl help me i know he will! He always does,. Haha. Erm. Does nayone have any suggestinos for how to break a window without getting hurt?"
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HEkl help me i know he will! He always does,. Haha. Erm. Does nayone have any suggestinos for how to break a window without getting hurt?"
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I'm braking into his house ASAP! Mo other options at this point. HAvnt been able to get ahold of ol Dirk at all... uhm. and I don't think I will be able to live out side any more because I'mnot an outdoorsy guy and this really really reall y really sucks. I do not like it! Not one bit.
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Hhh.
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@technicalaffreightment young psii has been creatred..... here he is... kankri will come soon
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my blorbos...
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