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[iseedaemonites]

Journal, huh? How's this for a journal entry

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[the_grifter_]

Who's giving ya problems now? Jeremy?

Righto. I'm in town for the next week, over at the Pennington Hotel off the Strip. You've got my number.

[iseedaemonites]

No, not Jeremy. He's still back there making out with his computer.

I might just start telling men I work retail for a living.

[the_grifter_]

Heh. That doesn't surprise me. Yanno, to be a genius, Jeremy can be a fuckin' idiot sometimes. So who's the lucky guy, then?

Why? Because you're in the mall so much? ;)

[iseedaemonites]

You mean this week?

You know, that's a good point. I'd be knowledgeable about my craft, that's for sure...

[the_grifter_]

Guess he can't be -too- lucky, then, if he has that kinda life expectancy. You're almost as bad as I am, amiga.

I thought you already were a master? Heh. Speaking of, I guess I need to pick up some new clothes myself. Anywhere you recommend?

[iseedaemonites]

You should have seen how quick I dispatched the guy who asked for a threesome with my sister.

Oh oh oh... Darnell's seems to be your style. Or maybe Worker's Warehouse. Um... oh!! Ah, I could take you around sometime and show you some stores you might like!

[the_grifter_]

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You have a -sister-? Why was I not informed of this?

Sounds good, I guess. My old threads are kinda beat to shit. So if you want, we can do that. Like I said, I'm in Vegas for the rest of the week.

[iseedaemonites]

Haha, no. The implication of skeeze is enough, though, sister or no sister.

Okay. When I get finished being a self-pitying putz and getting fat off of Ben and Jerry's, I'll come get you.

[the_grifter_]

Duly noted. I'll remember to never ask you that.

I find it scientifically impossible that -you- could get fat, but read and understood all the same. I'll be around.

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And don't get any ideas about maxing out my credit cards, Ms. Kitaen.