Trust is like a broken mirror. You can fix it...

Might be too fucking late to say, but I don't want your thoughts. I don't want your love, your secrets, your.... I'm not going to even dignify that with another word.

Fuck.

I went through no less than forty--forty--chopsticks. Which, all things considered wasn't too bad after my alarm clock didn't work at all. And all of the hot water was out. My hair looked amazing.

I was ready for anyone to jump out of the walls to try and kill me. No luck there either. Horrible day.

Anyway. I'm getting a roommate. Note worthy event.

I'm not digging. That's someone else's job. And anyone who doesn't take a no for an answer is going to taste some cold steel.

All I want is another evening to drink. There's enough reasons to celebrate. Still living fish. Still got my gun. Still get discounted booze at the Blue Light.

Pain, now that's a topic I can cover.

You get it, and you give it. A person such as myself deals with pain constantly. Part of the territory. Emotional pain, while inconvenient, is not a big deal. All of that even keel meditation and rationalization along with what can be called a Newton Effect you're right as rain. For example, say one irritating shithead has the sheer dumb luck of giving you a very deep wound. It could have been fatal given the conditions. But lucky you, you're made of steel in all the right places.

Now, a person cannot and shouldn't live with that insurmountable rage and indignity. (Unless they should not be alive at all. There are cases.) Newton's Third law comes into play. Someone hurts you? Hurt them. Harder. That's what must be done. In normal places,  you'd kill them so that they wouldn't seek revenge.

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Not so bad. Not really.

[There's a wet noise. She's cleaning her katana.]

Messy as shit. Though the fuckers are smart. Seems like they're getting smarter. Anybody want to play tag team? There's no way I'm the only one out here.

I'll be damned. It's raining blackmail.

Don't mind if I do.

[ooc; Yes, she's collecting. Tags will be retrieved after work. So far she's just fucking with people who feel guilty. FOR NOW. 8)]

Working at a shoe store isn't so bad. The discount is killer. I'd brag to Faye if she were around. Cori too. The men shoes aren't nearly as interesting though. Cowboy boots aren't in season or style. So I don't need to give another thought to fucking jack asses that wear them.

Thieves don't come around as often. Which is disappointing. My goddamn Hattori Hanzo katana is gathering dust. I've invested in a more easily concealed blade it fits rather nice just about anywhere.Try me, bitches. Just try me. Guess right and you'll keep your finger after I cut it off and charge you for the damaged merchandise. Blood is harder to get out of shoes then it is fabrics. I think it's just the delicate materials.

None of the fish died since the clown fish. I must be doing something right there. Besides all that? I am bored in almost every sense of the word. I could use a fuck.

Hit me with your best shot. I dare you.

I hate this place. If you're smart you do too. If you don't? Well, I hate stupid people. Chances are we've spoken at least once before. And if we haven't? There's a 80% chance we won't get along. That's just a guess. I hate math.

There are a few things I can think of that I hate more than I hate the City. I hate those smug ass bitches that left. I hate Bill. And I hate I fucking hate Beatrix Kiddo.

Christmas time all over again, huh? Of course. Practically everyone with a mouth has been talking about it. As if we could ever fucking forget. Then the brand spanking new year comes on after. I wonder if we're going to get more world ending signs when it gets closer to New Year's Eve. I seen it happen. Who the fuck really knows.

Santa packs a punch for an old guy. Goes to show you better watch out for them.