271.

[glock30]

So here's the lesson:

Shit stinks, deal with it.

Last week was my two year anniversary. Two goddamn years.

Someone better buy me a goddamn drink, bake me a cake, and give me a plaque that says 'Oldest Living Resident of this Shithole.'

I'm pretty sure I deserve all of it. And probably more.

[ooc: She's alive, really.]

Comments

[under_secretary]

How about just a drink?

[glock30]

I want cake.

[under_secretary]

I don't bake.

And you don't want anything that Brocklehurst does in the kitchen.

[glock30]

What are you, eating take out only?

[bloodygoodluck]

I'll buy you a drink for that.

[glock30]

Just one?

[bloodygoodluck]

As many as you want.

[glock30]

Who the hell are you?

[misterblackbird]

And here I'd been complaining about having been here only a year and three months.

I'd say 'congratulations', but I doubt that's what you'd like to hear. How about 'bon voyage' in the hopes of getting out?

[glock30]

I'm stuck between wanting to get out and not wanting to get out. Or I used to be, when shit was free.

[misterblackbird]

You've established yourself here, that's undeniable.

[glock30]

It's not like I was about to live out of a cardboard box or something.

[bitingnightmare]

What.

[glock30]

There you are.

[bitingnightmare]

You're getting old.

[glock30]

You're way older than I am.

[handsomejack]

I'd bake you a cake ... but I've been banned from all kitchen activities.

[glock30]

I can only imagine why.