Doors

[Private to Liam R.]

Our agent kept asking about you during lunch. It was very uncomfortable and a little damaging to my ego.

[Public]

If you had a quiet person in your head, or are unaware that you have one at all, how do you decide when to go through the door? I assume it'd be because you were bored and couldn't sleep.

I hope whoever broke into my fucking room enjoys my dirty laundry and the empties, because fuck you.

I need a new place to stay. I am sick of living out of this shithole of a motel room, now with a broken door because some asshole who was probably high on god-knows-what broke into my gd room.

God, people fucking suck.

What is this strange sorcery?

I have heard tell of many strange devices from the East, the glasses that can see great distances but nothing of books that write in themselves.

The women wear much less on your big screens in the desert. Shameless really. Beautiful, like poured milk, but shameless.

[Call to the repair shop Adrian works at.]
[Ring, ring.]

[Private to Thierry B.]

Yo. It's Breeze. I didn't know you had a brain tumor, too.

[Public]

Does this place have clubs? Like a Wu-Tang Clan Appreciation Guild.

[As anon.]

You were at that party earlier this month. We had drinks on the balcony and had a good evening, but I never got your name. Any chance you'd be willing to come forward?

[Locked to Russ C]
You didn't meet my model friend, baby.

[Locked to Elise D]
Mind if I bring a friend along to our photography session? The redhead from the concert.

This bullshit back home is going to make me crazy This place is fucking disappointing me lately with severe boredom. At least the people through the door are blowing shit up and doing magic tricks and shit. I came back here, and all people want to talk about is being sick or whatever.

So, theoretical question - ever fucked someone you didn't know and snuck out before they woke up? And why'd you do it? Because you felt like it? Because they told you they loved you in the middle of sex and you felt like that was kind of a sign of being badly adjusted? Because you couldn't deal with the awkward no exchanging of phone numbers conversation? Because you saw that collection of leather working tools on the coffee table and basically assumed they were going to murder you? Because you were too cheap to buy breakfast?

[Private to Val]

So. You had a freak out while I was gone getting my ribs broken.

[Public]

Jimmy's Diner is going to be closed for remodeling. Get your shitty hamburgers elsewhere.

[Maybe, she should have filtered this away from certain people, but oops.]

Friday night, Bellagio [suite number]. Come forget all the fucked up stuff in this town with some of the best people and stuff around.

[Sam A]

off the hook

[Liam R]

got the packet. your girl's debt-free.

Is it possible for a hangover to last 6 days? Because I'm pretty sure my head hasn't stopped pounding since the ball dropped. Serves me right for trying to keep up with actual grown-ups (as opposed to the 'supposed' kind, the group in which I belong). Also for those of you wondering, having a six something foot tall wolf/man in your head does absolutely nothing for your tolerance on this side of the door.

The more you know [hand-drawn rainbow]

So, you miss my incessant babble, Vegas? Or did the general atmosphere of debauchery and mayhem keep you occupied while I was gone?

[After this, and screw being anonymous.]

[Public]
Yeah, so that DVD player? How about sending it? And you're either my grandfather's age, or you haven't seen a movie in years, so which is it?

[Locked to Tess A]
Do you think we have fucked up genes? It that why we all suck?

vegas, you old,beautiful bitch, i'm back in town. sounds like perfect fucking timing if that fucker of a hotel has just done its thing. disposed of some of us, has it?

what's with all the bars being closed on new years day? getting the year off to a good start is impossible now?