Teito, you need to let me know how your progress is going with the housing issue. The sooner we move, the better. I'm tired of living so close to everyone else.

(What the hell is that?! Is that a heartless?!)

I know I was leaving in "a blaze" as someone put it, but there are more important things to deal with.

Firstly. Teito, you and I are going to find somewhere else to live with more space. I'm going to have to find a different job while I still have time on vacation. We no longer need to be living in a dump and we need to be discreet about where we're ( Read more... )

If anyone needs me, I'm at work most of the time now. I'm getting munny like mad! Women are always a plus, too.

That being said, the only downside to this is that I keep having Vulcan nightmares. It's not all that amusing or even intriguing anymore. I want him to go away. I suppose no one has found out anything about their patrons or shit yet?

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The butcher decided not to hire me. He was frantically insistent about finding someone less "less interested in sharp objects." What a pussy. I hate handling meat anyways.

So I went further in town and found somewhere I like better. I'm going to be a BARTENDER! I'm going to woo the audience with tricks... maybe. I also will gain rights to perform on ( Read more... )