Involuntary RPG Journal Entries

So, fun game to pass away the gruelling hours of training;

When they finally give up on any pretense of us having civil liberties, and we go from being Aus with super-powers to OZ with super-powers, what prison role do you think you're going to wind up filling?

Gang Leader, Snitch, Born Again Religious, Psycho Who Nobody Fucks With, etc.

Personally, I'm going to be realistic and say that I'd probably wind up as a Prag. But I'm also going to be optimistic and hope that I at least wind up being worth a fair amount of whatever the hell we start using as currency.

Erm. I don't want to interrupt everyone's day, but I seem to have misplaced my protein bar. Has anyone seen it? It's a 'Musashi Growling Dog' bar, in a purple foil package with a cartoon dog's head on it. And it's labelled with my name! That is, "Sirocco Armetta".

In your Semi-Regularly-Updated, Not-Focusing-On-Current-Events, So-Let's-Talk-About-Something-Random-Instead piece of Jet News;

I really think it would be good for Vol PR if one of us dated Taylor Swift. Discuss.

Okay, either I'm hallucinating or someone has gone all Old Testament on a bunch of our doorways.
I guess the thought is psychoticsweet, but;
a) I'm pretty sure throwing animal's blood into the mix isn't going to make anyone healthier.
b) This might be offensive to some people.

Of course, it is entirely possible that I am hallucinating because holy crap, my everything hurts.

1995s

Annnnnnnd this is why you hide your phone before you drink, guys.


So, with Valentine's Day and dances related to it fast approaching, it feels like its time for me to throw my hate in the ring.
Points that make me date-worthy;

• I am fully housebroken and trained.


• After spending a summer living with a Gender Studies major from Berkely, I know the importance of respecting women.


• I can dance, including the oft elusive Dougie. Yes, I can teach you how to Dougie.


• I've been told I 'serve heroin chic twink realness'.


• I can take you on a magic carpet ride. Which can be a euthamism for many things.


• Should the evening call for Cheesy Teen Movie style fisticuffs to defend your honor, I can ask my bud Alejo to kick some major ass for you.


• I give glowing references.


• I make rainbows. Yes, rainbows. You'd have to date Nyancat or a unicorn to beat that.

Call now whilst stock lasts.

Welp. Screw homework, socializing and every other damn thing, I've managed to find a download for the season premiere of Ru Paul's Drag Race and Untucked. So I'm going to go load up on sugar and calories at the convenience store and go find a TV to take over.

Haters to the left, etc.

'No one man should have all that power,
The clock's tickin', I just count the hours,
Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power.'

But he claims to support Vols. Curious.

Personally, I'm waiting for Lady Gaga to endorse us. Then my life will be complete and I'll finally feel secure about myself.

Seeing as how heartfelt confessions are the thing right now, I thought I'd join in. And it makes a lot of sense really, we've all been through Hell, some of us more than others, it figures that we'd want to get stuff off of our chests, make our true feelings known and reveal our darkest secrets. So here's mine;

I'm not a bulimic headcase. I just play one on TV.

On a completely unrelated note; does anyone have any food to spare? Airline pretzels, maybe?