no need to think about it

... ahaha, well. This should be interesting. About time something started happening around this fucking place-- who'd think it'd be something like this shit?

Now to find this "Demyx" guy, whoever the fuck that is (What kind of name is that anyway? The parents must have been fucking high on something). So, bitchboy, step up right now. I already have a nice long list ready of things that you're going to get done while this lasts.

( Private )

Attention everyone under the theatre wing (or whatever the fuck you call that):

Your first order of business is to bring me coffee (black) and cigarettes. No questions. Meeting right NOW. Be late and I'll fucking shoot your eyes out.




... It's like I'm at work all over again. FUCK.

NO.

Theatre? Fuck that shit.

My shirts fit again. Thank-fucking-god.

At least now I can go out and get some BETTER cigarettes. 'fucking moron of a roommate got the worst kind before. Maybe some actual food too while I'm at it.

Huge tits and a vagina. Absolutely-fucking-perfect when you're already pissed off at the ship as it is.

... Nothing fucking fits anymore.

... fuck. FUCK. Fuck. Fucking ship, fucking curses. This shit needs to end for good before I fucking kill someone.

Blondie, you better stay ten feet the fuck away from me.

I'm going to need even more cigarettes.

Absolutely nothing-to-fucking-do around here. I should go drink myself into a coma and see if by then I'm out of this fucking place. But no, that would just be all too easy. I'm running out of cigarettes, too. Fuck.

I wonder if the sandwich bitch is still around and acting retarded. The more trips I can save myself out of the room the fucking better.

HA, take that you fucking snow. Should've known it was fucking impossible for inside snow. Happy melting, LOSER ♥

Fuck, enough about that shit. I'm fucking hungry. Where's that bitchboy Akira when you fucking need him? The guy I'm rooming with hasn't been around here lately, at least not that I've actually paid attention to. Huh. Maybe the fucking ship ATE him. Wishful thinking, isn't it?

((sorry about my supahlongOMG abscence D: ♥ Finals are whores. I'll have more time to be around now, thooooough.))

Fuck winter. Fuck snow. Fuck the stupid winter bringing snow. I was not made for this shit.

GODDAMMIT IM COLD

((strikes = deleted~))

At first I thought this whole deal was just my imagination fucking with me. But then I remembered that my imagination died a long time ago-- welcome to the real world.

Besides, not even in my dreams would someone be so fucking bad at shooting. We'll be needing a new, better door after that.

Where the fuck am I? This is not my fucking RV. Trust me-- I know what an RV fucking looks like and it's nothing like this. Wherever the fuck I may be, if I find out this is Akira's fucking fault there will be hell to pay.