Thanks to curse days, I finally understand the appeal of alcoholism; not that I'm going to let myself turn into a drunk just because I see why people would want to be one. I like my liver the way it is. Oh well, anyway, are all heads back where they belong? That was one of Queen's worst songs, so hopefully next song-themed curse day is based on one that has a more enjoyable tune- the lyrics weren't too bad, but the instruments in the background needed work.
To the man I spoke to yesterday (
floating_bamboo): Were you successful in stopping your friend from doing anything too harmful? More importantly, are the two of you alright? I can imagine how much such things might hurt, so I'm a bit concerned.
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Want to know an effect the City seems to be having? It's not a bad one, but I remember you two seem rather interested in people's personalities...
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In a couple of weeks, if the future owner manages to pull together enough funds to build it and is still interested once it's built, I'll be getting a second job as a waitress in a maid cafe. I'll still be working as a cop, but if you see less of me soon during the day, that'll probably be why. I could use the money for my inventing and experiments, and I don't want to make the budget have to be adjusted because I want to keep doing that kind of thing with the best parts I can get my hands on in the City.
No hard feelings, right?
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