Ugh... Why is looking for a part-time job so stressing? So many damn questions, most of which are bullshit.
But whatever. I got a job at this place called Calypso Records 4 hours a day helping people where to find stuff and ringing them up. Doesn't make much, but gives me extra creds.
Ya know, it's not very nice to wake up in the morning on the floor with a tummy ache when there's nothing in it. I'd say I'll never do it again, but I'll just be lying to myself. Plus, I'm the god of death. I can't let something like that stop me.
Talk about a bumpy ride here. Since when does a ride to paradise this rough? And since when does paradise have a squeaky bed, and an ancient PC? This is a little retarded, isn't it
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