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Journal: mangles
AIM: skeeeeeith
Email: causticterrors@gmail.com
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HOW'S MY DRIVING?
You know the drill. How am I doing with Badou? Too loud? Not loud enough? Go ahead and tell it here. Anon on, IP off, screened. -
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WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE THESE. OW. SHIT. WHAT THE.. NILL GET UNDER A BLANKET HOLY FUCK. -
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Hey Nill, uh, I'll figure something out to deal with.. whatever the hell's going on, so don't worry, okay? -
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How the hell did that idiot bastard get out of here before me?! -
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[ooc: Because I'm going on hiatus in two days as it is, Badou will go out and get reaper-caught and come back when I do. <3] -
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I finally understand Rodney Dangerfield.
Glad I don't feel pain anymore. -
Picture 5: What the fuck is this now [voice, or trying]
Tch... ah...ahh.. s-s..shit... [Some choking, cursing that's mangled, and coughing.]
Haine.. where.. where the fuck.. a...are you. Slacker.. asshole..
Of all the times to sleep .. i..in... you.. fucking..
C..come save me.. already... we're partners, right?... I'd save you...
H..hey... Haine... bring.. bring my smokes, huh?...[Finally dissolves ( Read more... ) -
Picture 4: Drifting
I think I sleep more when I don't have to worry about my house being taken from me. It's nice not to pay rent. Or earn money for bills.
Fuck, hell or not, it's a lot easier than the Underground and a lot less grimy.