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[Mar. 2nd, 2008|10:59 pm] |
I would like to offer my services to any medical or mental health establishment in need of a psychologist specializing in psychopharmacology.
I have a great deal of experience with both areas, and have managed such facilities in the past. None of my references apply in this reality, so I won't mention them. All that I can say is that I am very good at what I do, and currently without an occupation in which to do it. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2008|01:38 am] |
To celebrate the fact that I'm in fact alive and not a limbless pincushion for a crazy Sith Lord, I'm offering ten percent off everything in my shop. It's at [address] in London, and we've got... well, what seems to be a lot of old looking, pointless junk. But women seem to like it. Dunno.
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|10:02 am] |
Oh man. I didn't think I'd get stuck being a whore here too. Damn it.
( Private ) |
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[Feb. 24th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
YOU FUCKING MOON, BRING IT--
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...on?
I'm so cold. Where's my fur? And why am I speaking Basic?
Help a Wookiee out. Come on. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|10:03 pm] |
... the hell?
I swear on the Ebon Hawk - Kreia, if that was you? I'll take you down myself. Or at least try. And probably die in the process, but still. I'll try and that's the point.
Okay. Right now, I need a couple of things. One, someone to tell me I'm not dreaming. And two, if I'm not dreaming - a shot of juma or ten. |
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