Dec 12, 2008 22:06
Run, mother fuckers, run. Zombies today, the battle of Armageddeon tomorrow, the Second Coming next week.
Ivan, I have about five goddamn memos to contact you. I know that's not your doing, but I apologize for not getting back to you before now. Are you needing something?
Fucking-A. If you want to talk in person, you can meet me at St. Adrian's. Why we picked a fight with Dante is beyond me.
Claire, you okay tonight?
broken bones fucking suck,
russia