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[11 Mar 2012|10:25pm] |
I hate to be the voice of sanity resident cynic and pessimist, but the panic isn't helping anyone. In fact, the more you freak out, the happier with themselves the kidnappers are probably gonna be. I don't know why you all waste your time dictating your problems with the Ministry and the university either. It's a waste of time that you could be using to "track down" your friends like a pack of demented bloodhounds. Not that I think you're going to be any more successful this time than the half-dozen times before.
Fuck, you all give me a headache.
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| 003 |
[29 Feb 2012|01:40pm] |
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy comes-once-every-four-years birthday to me.
Whoopee.
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| 002 |
[24 Feb 2012|07:04pm] |
FUCK!
Of all the fucking days..
Well.. fuck. So much for the fucking Bow. As if being a bartender didn't already feel like unemployment, now I'm actually unemployed. Stoddard says he'll front me a month's pay, but that's sickles and knuts pence compared to my tuition and dues.
I, uh, hope none of you were there for the fire. Burned my fucking hand. Fucking gas leak. I know the Bow burning down doesn't seem important with this rash of missing persons, but it really ruined my day. So if I seem crabbier than usual, you fucking know why.
Thanks for all the tips good times. Whenever the health department gets around to giving us the okay, I'll be sure to talk Stoddard into an open bar night to kick things off again. In the meantime, if anybody's looking for a charismatic bartender, don't ask me. But if you need someone who can mix a mean Long Island or tap a keg of butterbeer, you know where to find me.
Fuck, my hand.
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| 001 |
[16 Feb 2012|10:14pm] |
I bathe regularly. I'm supposed to tell you all that. Fuck if I think I should need to. Stoddard thinks I'm the reason the Bow was so bloody deserted on Tuesday. I tried to tell him greasy chips do not make for romantic date food, but he won't listen. So he made me promise I'd make a public service announcement confirming that, yes, I fucking shower. Come buy a beer so I don't have to listen to him gripe anymore.
And it's half-price off all rail drinks tomorrow night.
Whoopee.
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