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SUCKERS!
I'm outta here! El bosso called, and he totally found a way to get me out this crazy house. Something about my noticeable improvements, I think? Oh well, it doesn't matter! No more of those goddamn sheets, or stupid-ass therapy, hell yeah!
. . . I mean, I guess I had some semi-okay times here, but it's gotten waay old. -
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My GOD I'm bored.
Do any of you have any talents or anything? It'd be nice if you could tell me SOMETHING interesting.
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Hum de dum, I think these things get more boring every day. It doesn't even matter what I put in 'em anyway, none of the staff reads this shit.
Day 78
Your Name: Snow White
Suicidal Ideation: OH GOD I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF
Homicidal Ideation: I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Decent
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Man, what the hell?! Some nurse caught me spying on the girls' showers again and she got all pissed, dragged me to her office and stabbed me with a fuckin' needle before I could even react. I was out for the whole goddamn day.
Day 76
Your Name: Stan the Man
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Another dance already? Well, the last one was pretty fun and shit, but without Revy the punch will be a lot less . . . tasty. I think someone aughta fix that, yo. -
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Uuuugh, somebody needs to let me go outside, for real. I know I got in trouble a long time ago but seriously, I learned my lesson okay? It's fucking stuffy in here and I'm sick of it. Need some fresh air, seriously. I don't even know how the other people in my room can stand how goddamn smokey it is in there ( Read more... ) -
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GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.
TWICE.
I DON'T EVEN - RRGH, I'M GONNA SHANK SOMEONE
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Dude, I haven't done one of these in at least 100 days! Also, I don't think I've seen any Turks in like a fuckin' million years, what's up with that, yo?
Day Sixty-Nine, we should celebrate!
Your Name: Weirdo With a Beardo
Suicidal Ideation: Goddammit I hate sloppy joes
Homicidal Ideation: hate sloppy joes
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So is Rufus gone again? I can't do my sheet today, my excuse being that I'm far too depressed that the boss left. Obviously. Tears just runnin' down my face, I tell ya. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of the Turks around for a while, especially Rude, that fucker better come back soon, yo ( Read more... )