Mar 06, 2010 19:55
Dear Paradisa;
If you expect me to do menial labour in order to live in this latest twisted little nightmare of yours, you have another thing coming. Anthony Crowley does not work for his bread. Or his wine. Or for anything.
Oh, and by the way, your choice of room-mate for me? A rock would have been more useful and wanted.
Die in a hole,
a.j.crowley
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It's hilarious, I know.
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What job did you end up with, then?
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[Sigh] Food industry.
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[laughs] Food's not too bad. I've had worse jobs.
[head tilt] So the castle switched up roommates? I thought we just ended up with the same people we'd been with before.
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Not with what I'm doing. I'm not used to working for a living. [Pause] not what normal people would call work, anyway.
I didn't have a roommate before. [Occasionally staying with Cas totally doesn't count]
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[hey, familiar voice]
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What the hell is going on here??
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