Musings

[Shortly after this is on display]

Enough. If it's not children half-dead from terror left on our godddamn doorsteps, it's vigilantes dying and kids brought into our ER with people in masks alongside them. Enough with the cryptic paintings that no doubt glorify the whole spectacle further.

And can I just express my utter horror at aforementioned kids coming in, hurt, when if they stayed off the streets, stayed out of the clutches of adults who should damn well know better? If you're going to be gathering, for god's sake have some damn sense. Even the police don't go out without wearing kevlar.

I'm going to leave a newspaper for the Starbucks Girls, clearly they're missing out on their dreams coming true.

SG1: “Superheroes are seriously sexy. Why can’t they be real?”

On that note, since I'm a giving kind of guy, if any of you are looking for a date...I'd be glad to set something up.

I even have insider information:

SG2: “When he said he didn’t want a blow job, it made me wanna give him one!”

Does anyone here work downtown? My car was totaled damaged in the parking garage yesterday and I have no other means of transportation. If anyone works in the vicinity of 9th street, I would appreciate a ride. I am more than willing to reimburse for gas.

Weapon of choice, forum: words or actions?

[Private]
This is silly. This is absolutely silly. I can just hear father telling me to keep to myself and not even bother with this. But here‘s the dilemma friends. I moved in here. So in essence I‘ve already outed myself to anyone who wants to find me.

You can‘t live your life in hiding, Dad.

Bring it on.

[Public]

All right lets do this.

Hi, my name is Syeira. And that is pronounced Sigh-ear-uh, for future reference. I’ve got a bar down here in Rainier Valley, the Crimson Rodelia. Come by sometime if you‘re interested, I make a great Irish Car Bomb.