I ignored it the last time, but those damn figures are back. One just exploded outside my door as I was leaving. It doesn't hurt, but it's not at all pleasant. Just when I get used to yet another stupid thing, it changes ( Read more... )

If I write in here, others can see it? Makes about as much sense as anything else.

I have no idea what this place is supposed to be, or whose apartment I'm in. If someone knows who's behind this, tell me now so I can kick their ass.

[Yeeeeah. Memory loss within a memory loss. We must go deeper.]

[Pretend this is backdated to Feb. 28]

I get it. I'm supposed to be constantly humiliated. However, this is getting ridiculous. I already had to deal with the fucking cat ears.

[here is a small hoofprint]

These damn things are back.

Of course this figures. Going to be late for work the first day after a promotion because I am glued to my refridgerator.

If you laugh, I'm killing you all. Apparently, I won't be going anywhere today.

[ooc: Moon has a magnet on his right hip, and got caught by the fridge as he was making breakfast. He also has one on his left shoulderblade. As ( Read more... )

For whoever is still pissing and moaning that I'm still injured, the broken bones have completely healed. Get off my back.

House is repaired to the full extent it can be. Cleaning was interrupted by some fucking nonsense dreams, but looks like it was everyone.

There are still three univited guests. Four-legged ones. I need an exterminator.

Finally out of that goddamn elevator.

And right back into this fucking uniform. When it rains, it pours.

[ooc: Moon is back in his Ouran Host uniform! \o/]