July 6th, entry fifteen

[unevoked]

...There was some guy covered in rhinestones and frills and shit going through the trashcan outside this morning. 'Least it ain't a giant raccoon or whatever, but hell. I dunno where he went, though.

Hey, Eyepatch, unless you're stuck in a dress or some shit, I ain't running this place for you. [Pencil taaaps.] Lemme know what's up before I start

Comments

[sting_to_death]

So sympathetic towards men stuck in a dress, aren't you?

[unevoked]

[oh whoops what's that, it looks like some cow blood just got on whatever you wrote how could that have happened.]

Being an extra-bitch this morning? Guess since you lost some've your leverage you gotta grasp at straws.

[sting_to_death]

[ ew cow blood. ]

Lost some leverage? I still remember quite clearly how you look in a dress.

[unevoked]

[Ignoring that dress comment like a classy motherfucker. because PRIDE. :< ]

You were wrong. I got in the guard.

[sting_to_death]

Bastet can be too lenient, sometimes.

[unevoked]

And here I didn't think you had it in you to point out her faults.

[sting_to_death]

It's not a fault. It's a personality trait like any other.

[unevoked]

Then she's just lenient not 'too lenient.'

Don't change the fact that you were wrong.

[sting_to_death]

And you were wearing a dress.

[unevoked]

[WHOOPS, animal blood. Maybe he shouldn't have the journal out at work.]

Never thought I'd see your creativity running dry.

[sting_to_death]

[ THEN HE SHOULD COVER THE SECOND ONE UP THERE TOO ]

Are you admitting I'm usually creative?

[unevoked]

[HE IS CONSIDERING IT BUT DOESN'T WANT TO TO BE COMPLETELY OBVIOUS.]

Nah, I was being sarcastic.

[sting_to_death]

Nothing new.

Are you sure I am the one lacking in creativity?

[unevoked]

Pretty sure, yeah.

[sting_to_death]

Just as much as you were sure you weren't going to wear women's jewelry, correct?

[unevoked]

Just as much as you were sure I'd never get a hit in on you.