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[16 May 2011|11:31pm] |
Well, seeing as I'll be out of work for a while, I'm now taking donations for food and/or shifts for watching Frank.
FILTERED TO ALIENS.
I'm fine. Sore; these human painkillers are the most bizarre things. But I'm fine.
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[13 May 2011|07:05am] |
[a few hours after this! note: these messages would be coming from someone else's phone]
doc you there
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[04 May 2011|07:20pm] |
FILTERED TO ALIENS.
Tear at the carnival. Keep a low profile until further notice. INRAT's being called in, the incompetent little weasels.
Well, being crushed against a falafel stand by a fat man while the sky turns into a Margo Kita poem wasn't exactly what I had in mind for Carnival.
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[04 May 2011|12:37pm] |
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This humidity is ridiculous, my A/C's on the fritz, Frank's run off, and my neighbors's kids are already shrieking for Carnival. If someone doesn't put me out of my misery soon, I swear I can't be held liable for my actions.
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[24 Apr 2011|09:08pm] |
( Darren. )
I have work off on a national holiday? What is this world coming to.
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[20 Apr 2011|11:11pm] |
Times I've bailed Margo out of lock up:
Twelve.
Twelve.
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[19 Apr 2011|10:08pm] |
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I don't know what everyone's on about. I love it when it rains. And not only because it drives people into the club when we're quiet.
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[10 Apr 2011|12:03pm] |
[just pretend this is posted later in the evening, I AM TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT THAT LONG]
So because of the riots, I have had:
free waffles.
free booze.
homemade donuts.
Darren make me breakfast.
And now I'm bringing a box of cinnamon rolls to the precinct. You're welcome, Wes.
I'm going to really miss the protesters if this is what I get from them. It's already starting to quiet down by my place. Can it be riot day every day?
( ENCRYPTED TO ALIENS. )
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[08 Apr 2011|07:23pm] |
( LOCKED TO ALIENS. )
All right, I'm stocking up on booze and donuts until these riots die down. How long do you think before they spreads downtown?
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