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[ Sat Sep 4th/ 10:16pm ] Still at the bar, still nothing to do. On the bright side, though, I do have me a lot of booze… But then I’d be out a lot of cash, so I suppose that won’t do. Damn, hurricane just had to hit while I was in the office, didn’t it? And here I am with no boarded up windows or anything. I guess I just have to hope no trees smash through the goddamned windows and take everything in stride. Still, would be a lot better with company. This is what I get for working late. post comment

[ Wed Aug 4th/ 7:11pm ] ( private ) Glad that someone found Blondie before she went nuts and offed Nate with ESP [deleted] Although you ain’t much help when being questioned, Gigantor. Chloe, I think you need to take the night off. Because I’m not amused with that asshole who— [deleted] You been workin’ hard, you deserve it. I’ll put on some other broad for the night. Me on the other hand, I gotta go into the office tonight. Take a gander at the paychecks and sign ‘em out. At least it’s something to do. READ (22) post comment

[ Sat May 22nd/ 5:59pm ] [ mood | amused ] A girlfriend. [deleted] I don’t want to say it’s a strange situation that I’m in now, but it’s sure as hell real God damned different. I don’t think it’s ever even really happened before, so it’ll take some getting used to, but hell — I guess [deleted] am game for new things. Just so long as there are no expectations for things that I can’t do, we’re good. Reminds me that I need to go down to the damn bar and go through my paperwork and crap. I think I’ve got some bills to pay coming up, actually. I could really do without that bullshit, but ah well. Frazer, I’m leaving your check on the table. I gotta run — so I’ll see you later, kid. post comment

[ Tue May 18th/ 5:08pm ] [ mood | apathetic ] Well, that wasn’t exactly the news I expected to hear last night. Interesting, to say the least, confusing and lacking in all sense and logic, but definitely interesting. Not sure what to make of it, to tell you the truth, I just can’t really fathom it. Well, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been told but it was the first time a gal mentioned it sober [deleted] but it’s still a bit surprising to hear, given the messenger who told me. Ha. Sometimes shit takes ya by surprise, roll with the punches, all that… Although I suppose I should probably give an answer. Hmn. Well, maybe later after I’ve worked on this school crap. I think I just about hate writing up finals for kids to take as much as I used to hate takin’ them myself. Who’d a thought? post comment

[ Sat May 8th/ 5:11pm ] [ mood | amused ] I just answered the phone. It was a twat. Imagine that! A twat! Callin’ my quad and askin’ for my roommate. Shame that Chloe was busy doing nothing at all at the time and couldn’t come to answer the phone, huge shame — phenomenal even. Poor girl must just be devastated that she missed that call, but oh well. I think she’s a big girl enough that she’ll get over it and be fine, after all, who the hell cares about missing a call from a twat anyway. Besides, kid had to work. And I’m her boss, better working for me than talking to a bitch. Sorry, was that all too vulgar? Ah well. I’m gonna go grab a cigar and get to the bar… Oh right, class. Ah hell, read chapter eight or something. We’ll get to that next lesson, I ain’t got time for whiny brats who want their homework back after all. Bigger fish to fry. Fish. Now that’s a great idea for dinner. READ (3) post comment

[ Wed Apr 28th/ 5:23pm ] [ mood | accomplished ] Things are lookin’ up in the bar, which is always good. I mean, who the hell doesn’t like making money, hm? And I am definitely in the God damned money now, ain’t I? I got me a few good lookin’ bartenders, loads of shit to sell and all at pretty decent prices. Not to mention that the antique store isn’t doing too bad, either. I know, I know, y’all might be thinkin’: but Sully, you’re teaching classes to dumb chumps, what the hell is wrong with you, ya God damned overachiever? I, however, say nay. NAY. Well, naw, I pretty well say “shut yer damn trap about being an overachiever.” I ain’t. I just want to, ya know, feel a bit more like at home. And at home, I had a bar and a shop — so why not just bring ‘em here? That’s right, there is no why not. You just damn well do it and be pleased with the people who come in and buy yer crap. So there it is, the story of my money making. Work, work and more work. And there ain’t nothing wrong with that. Chloe. I’m going to leave your paycheck in your room, so if you don’t find it at work tonight that’s where it is. And too God damn bad if you don’t want me to go in there — I ain’t going to be around at the bar tonight, so it’s either let me invade your room for a few seconds or you get no money. I like to think you want your money. READ (4) post comment

[ Sat Apr 17th/ 3:28am ] [ mood | calm ] So far so good, Frazer — you keep up the good work and I might ask you to stick around permanently, although I suppose that doesn’t pay as well as a teaching job, hn? Well, either way it’s up to you in the end. ‘Course when it comes to work, I should probably be looking into grading some of these papers, but there’s just so much bullshit that it stinks just to look at the damn things. Kids these days, whatever happened to the good old days when a student knew how to properly bullshit a paper and get away with it, really? Just going to have to go in there tomorrow and tell the little shits that I’m severely disappointed in their lack of spirit — both for the class and their laziness. Ah well. Running low on the sticks, time to pay a visit to the shop and pick up some more. I guess that means that I can go ahead and empty the trays out, too. READ (4) post comment

[ Mon Mar 22nd/ 5:19am ] [ mood | busy ] You know, I seem to recall someone talking about Bobby Darin music a while back. Of all the pussies to listen to, him. Well; I suppose that’s not my music choice, but what the hell — people seem to have a thing for pussies at times, so I guess that’s all that matters for whoever the hell that was again. I’d prefer something more like; let’s see now, maybe just some good old Sinatra. Now there’s a singer. You know, I’d say Darin was just some pussy-wannabe of his, to be honest. Ah well, I should get back to unpacking some things that shipped over. Thinking about starting up the antique store again, and why the hell not? I got more than enough crap to shove in there, seems like a good idea. Besides, people always like antiques. READ (5) post comment

[ Tue Feb 16th/ 9:23pm ] [ mood | amused ] It was real nice to get the new plane up into the air on Sunday, felt good to be flying again. I hope that it was good for you too, Frazer not that I have to ask. [deleted] Say, Elena? I forgot to bring something over to you Sunday afternoon, you think you’d mind if I were to stop by later on in the evening with some stuff for you, kid? You can come over here if you’d prefer it, I don’t mind either way. Well, it’s about time I get going to the store to grab some cigars and something I think Frazer mentioned needing, not sure if I quite remember what it was — hopefully it’s written down on that notepad thing hangin’ on the fridge. If not, well — she can wait for whatever the hell it is. ( private ) post comment

[ Fri Feb 12th/ 10:42pm ] [ mood | calm ] And here I was getting used to Rimjob. Well, maybe not, but the damn place is going to be quite a bit quieter now without him, ain’t it? Oh well, this means I don’t get to tease the shit out of someone who thinks he’s fantastic and who I can’t annoy with my smoking, but hey — I can find someone else to annoy, now can’t I? I’ll just have to give Nate a ring and piss ‘im off, now won’t I? Ahahaha — ahhh, that’ll be good times I’m sure. That is, supposing I can get the damn guy to answer his phone. Do you have this much trouble getting a hold of him, Elena? Christ. Hey Chloe; how’s your classes going, mm? Honey, you taking care? Heard that you’re all alone now. READ (18) post comment

[ Tue Feb 2nd/ 7:42pm ] [ mood | blah ] Where the hell did the weekend go? Never long enough in my opinion. Wait — Wait, it’s Tuesday? What the hell happened to Monday? Damn it, did I actually sleep through the day? That means I didn’t go to the damn classes, did I? Well, shit. Oh well then, I suppose that I should probably make up for that today. Actually, when I think about it, how the hell did I sleep through the whole effin’ day? Ah well, all that’s going to matters is that I’ll just have to make up for it sometime, somehow. Ah, what was I going to bring in to the classroom again? Eh, I’ll think of something. I think I might look into getting another seaplane considering that Nate blew up the other damned one and I do miss flying. So that’s probably something for me to look into. Or just bring up the damn yacht. We’ll see. READ (12) post comment

[ Tue Jan 26th/ 4:19pm ] [ mood | okay ] I’ve noticed something in the past few days here. And it’s amazing — Silence. Silence! Pure, golden, uninterrupted, silence. Of course that just makes me think, what the hell happened to Rimjob, really? I kind of got used to getting a bit of amusement out of the bitching he did about the cigars and all those, oh what the hell did he call them regulation things he’s always on about — directives, that’s it. None of those God damned things make a lick of sense but damn if it ain’t hilarious to hear him drill on about them. I’ve decided to make it a bit of a goal to figure out just how many of them there are and if any of them make sense at all. Thus far I got a whopping 0 for sense making and I’ve lost count on how many, so I’ll just have to restart again. Elena, I got a call from Nate. He said something about him being in Burma looking for something or other. Normally I might give a damn, but really it was something about a bowl and I just don’t care about no God damn bowls, you know? He told me to tell you that he’ll try and call… Well hell, I forgot sweetheart. But he’ll try and call at some point nothing new there for you, huh? Damn kid needs to open his eyes. [deleted] Frazer, I got something for you if you’re interested in it. READ (12) post comment

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