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I will be more than happy to accept my position as red dorm head, and will be proud to announce the start of my Magical Theory courses next semester. Of course, I'll tie in how this works with our card games, and general history. Shame about the other man shooting for the position. I wonder if they've found him yet.
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I think I should formally announce my application for head of the red dorms. I know it's a cursed position, but by this time, I think my life is cursed. Two wrongs make a right, and maybe this will help ( Read more... ) -
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Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to hire Ruin, Queen of Oblivion? Moreover, who thought it would be a good idea to hire her as the assistant Health Teacher? I have a complaint to register with this person. Preferably with my boot so far up their ass, they'll be coughing up leather. -
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With a little less alcohol, a few more razors, and a bit of a hair-cut, I feel like a new man. Now to find that idiot reaper of mine, and I think I'll have everything straightened out for the first time in years. -
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Talking with Desdemona's actually helped me cut back a bit on the alcohol and the smoking. I woke up this morning without a hangover and without any vague memories of women. I don't know if it's because Jack's gone, or if I just found the right person to talk to. -
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So my liver didn't give out and I didn't die in my drunken stupor. Pity ( Read more... ) -
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I'm sure at this point, I'm not cursed. I'm just the universe's biggest screw-up. I hope something big decides to go down, so I can just beat the shit out of it. Anyone planning anything outside of setting fire to buildings that were already going to be destroyed ( Read more... ) -
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...I somehow feel my entire life is a British Comedy skit, except slightly darker, and with less breasts.
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*Zei's sitting at the bar, head on it, and cigarette in his other hand. From the look of his tab and his face, he's been here for a while.*
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...I need to figure out a better lifestyle than this. There's better ways to live. There's got to be a better way to live than this. Also, I hurt. All over. I wish I could remember more than a tidbit here and hair and smell there.