Another sixty nine. Anti-climatic.

Work and come home. Work and come home. Work and come home. Some dick pinched my ass today. He wasn't worth a second glance after I busted his foot. Hope the boss didn't notice.

How are you, shitheads?

[ooc; Strikes are hackable.]

It feels pretty good to be making money again. No savings yet. Fuck. Everything goes to food and rent. I should have just went shopping when everything was free. Provincal living bites.

If I wasn't capable of being injured so easily by the powerful magic fucks the old line of work would be my source of income.

However...two people owe me money that ( Read more... )

Heigh-ho. Heigh-ho.
It's off to work I go.
Punch and hit,
don't give a shit.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho.

Work is work. Nothing too difficult now.The music isn't exactly my taste. I had a nice time burning those cards, now my apartment smells like ash. Here's to open windows and incense. Someone's got a sense of humor and far too much time on their hands with those little shits. Damn.

[[How'd the full moon go? I was preoccupied. I wanted to stop by.]]

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Elle Driver

Building 11 apt 11

The City

SUMMARY OF QUALIFICATIONS

WORK EXPERIENCE:

Company Name: Deadly Vipers Assassination Squad (DiVAS)

Undisclosed Location

Dates of Employment (year to year): 1991-Current

Job Title: Assassin, Number 2

Job Duties/Accomplishments: 800+ successful missions

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Filtered from Beatrix Kiddo//Unhackable;

Ben and Jerry are getting along with my old friend Jack Daniels better than I expected.

Private//Unhackable:
I don't think I'll be going out today. Surprisingly enough I think there's enough icecream. I don't remember buying this shit. "Chocolate Therapy." Jan or Luke must have... Fuck, I'm eating icecream he ( Read more... )