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WTF? [Apr. 6th, 2010|10:21 pm]
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Where the fuck is everyone?

No, I'm not kidding.

I got back to the Isle of Dogs and HQ is fucking deserted. No-one's answering my calls and all of my credit and debit cards are cancelled.

I swear, if this is one of the Old Man's "training exercises", I'm going to kick his ass when it's over. But, for the moment, I have to assume it isn't.

Those of you who know me, txt me on the emergency number. I'm going to ground.
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Paul and Michael Meet. [Jul. 23rd, 2009|03:47 pm]
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This is what happens when you let your little darlings off the leash "for fun": read on...Collapse )
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Movie Night [Jun. 28th, 2009|08:35 pm]
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Just watched Taken with the gang.

I've never heard Pete laugh so hard in my life.
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Well, Heck. I'm Out of Ideas, So... [Feb. 2nd, 2009|12:45 pm]
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Following a suggestion from a friend:

This is where my most-important darlings were left by me, when last I paid any attention to them.

They need closure, a ride into the sunset or simply a wallop from the cluebat. Any suggestions? Gooey Details Behind The Cut Tag...Collapse )
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(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2008|11:52 pm]
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Well, that made for a change.

I had to carry Pete out of the theater, for once.

I've heard a rumor the boss is going to try to ban us from watching action films. I'm not surprised. Our livers can't take the drinking game, at this pace.

Pete's convinced someone stole his diary, but that might have been the rum talking...
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Clearing Out The Attic [Mar. 23rd, 2008|10:32 pm]
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OOC - I have no idea where I wanted to this go when I wrote it, a year ago.Collapse )
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Not A Good Way To Start The Week... [Mar. 23rd, 2008|09:58 pm]
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What the fuck am I doing in Prague?

Again?

I'm in some dingy flat. I have a celphone, but it's not mine. I've got 400 Euros and about the same amount in koruna in a wallet that's otherwise distressingly empty - like no ID, no credit cards, not even a driver's license empty, And I'm armed to the teeth, for some reason.

More to the point, I seem to have lost the best part of three weeks. I repeat: what the fuck is going on?

At least there isn't a corpse in the bathtub, so I guess it's an improvement over last time...
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2008|11:48 pm]
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"I don't know about you, Miss Kitty, but I'm feeling so much yummier."

Indeed.
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"That Terribly Slow Crashing Trick Which Arctic Ice-Floes Do So Spectacularly In The Spring." [Feb. 28th, 2008|01:44 am]
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I found somethiing hidden in my apartment. Pretty well hidden, in fact, but I've been having fits of paranoia, lately - ever since that Very Nasty Incident In Kosovo - and they're pretty rough. One minute, you're looking at the ceiling molding thinking it needs dusting, the next minute, you're pulling up the carpet and dissembling the light fixtures.

So, yeah, the thing I found... It's just a couple of pages of onionskin, covered in handwriting - my handwriting. At least, it looks like mine. But I don't remember writing it. To be honest, that's not all that surprising. But this still falls under the category of Definitely Not Good.

I can't afford to fuck around. I've called The Boss and told all. I'm hoping he can clear things up.

But, right now, I've got a stinking migraine. No doubt from decrypting my chickenscratch. I'm going to give myself a shot and go to bed for a few hours. With luck, everything will be clear by morning.
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Not Very Cryptic At All [Jan. 27th, 2008|11:50 pm]
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If it wasn't for risk inherent in carving a former boss into pieces small enough to hide - namely the risk of having ditto done to me by my current boss - there'd be a big ol' pile of CIA-flavored chum in the Firth of Forth right now.

I suppose I could have handled that meeting with "Munson" better than I did but, honestly? I'm just glad I didn't deck him in the middle of the pub. That would not have ended well.
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