::Near either Sanshi's place or the Flamvell Bar & Grill, you'll notice something unusual. Namely this mid-short haired chick with silver-white hair and rockin' hips chasing what you're fairly sure is a Thousand-Eyes Idol.::

Come back here, you lil' jerkass!

Uh, probably being a bit paranoid, but anyone else find it odd the cops are always a step behind these Ghost guys with the Meklord Emperors?

Jesus fucking christ, I never want to have to go through that again.

There. Dope slapped a bimbo and got my ring back. And put it into the back of a drawer behind papers.

Not that I mind, but I have to wonder why our apartment has so much purple, black, and grey.

Okay. Life's kinda boring with Sanshi at work, and the squirt at school. I should find something to do.

Well, I can get ovaries and stuff.

Just. Uh. Not how I expected.

FUCK.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I wonder what it says when the top competitors for Jean auditions are me and some snide chick with an annoying whore for a manager.

Also, guys, lay off Sanshi. She got hit by a spell to make her think she's a he. Bluh bluh bluh. Weird shit.

Well, I might get a callback from the one modelling place. They said I looked nice in their bigger end jeans, but they were a bit leery due to my hair. Said it make me look old and creepy.

Found a few places looking for temp bouncing, so there's that.

Also, Onni or whatever Onni cousin person you are, you suck at stalking. Seriously.