tired of

being

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...allergic reactions. Do they include vomiting blood.

And who let a fucking cat in here.

Ugh, I feel like shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Surprise. I'm offering a few things.

First, I'm going to be manufacturing the ever-coveted bullets. I know a lot of you use guns and the like here, so I'm guessing this will be a pretty damn popular service. Offering arrows as well. Also able to clean and fix guns and other weaponry. And it might not be the best, but I can also make some crude ( Read more... )

I happened to move into an eight-flat building, three stories high. Since I already live there and I assume my, um, guests would also like to stay here, I've got six flats to spare ( Read more... )

To my dearest, beloved apprentice, Allen Walker:

Given the recent events, in my solitude I've taken some time to contemplate your worth to me. Only now do I realize how important, how invaluable you really are. You've spent years serving as my apprentice, both by my side, and far apart. It has been that way ever since the day I first knelt down in ( Read more... )

I can't help but feel like the people keeping cats now are kind of daft.

Ugh. Not going to even bother.

I love having a maid.

I

I can't

don't

Don't fucking DO this.

(smearing of ink and blood all over the page)

don't look for me.

I'm coming.