Life's all right right now. Little stuff still ticks me off, like the guy on the first floor who always leaves his smelly boots out by the stairwell where everyone trips on them, or the customers who ask for something and then decide they don't want it after it's rung up, or our stupid old computer that keeps crashing, or that leak in the kitchen ( Read more... )

I can't believe I haven't updated in a couple days. I guess when the most stuff's happening, I wind up writing the least. Weird, but I guess it makes sense somehow. Sort of ( Read more... )

I can't decide if I'm really lucky or in really deep shit.

Things could have been a lot worse.

( Private (Sora can see) )

[Private Entry]

No one's said anything yet. Not a word. Nothing from Archer, nothing from Mustang, nothing from Hawkeye.

When is this fucking suspense going to end?

((mood is private))

Geez. Not another one. How the hell do I get myself into these messes, anyway?

I don't even know why I offered.

At least they won't have some loud fight or something this way. That's good, right? And I guess I still feel pretty low about the whole Archer thing... that must be it.

When did I turn into such a fucking sap?Shit, that must be him at ( Read more... )

Well. At least my weekend's beginning to look up. It'd be nice if Monday never came.

( Private )

I did not get arrested.

((ref: aim fight with bakura, bakura's post))

What an awful day.

( Private )

The last few days have been so odd. I'm not sure how to describe them, really. I'd say "busy," but that doesn't quite cover it.

I've been home from work for a while now, but I can't sleep. Don't even know why I'm doing this... trying to be quiet so as not to wake anybody up, but I guess I just felt like writing.

( Private )

( Private to Rukia (Sora can see) )