➸ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ ʙᴏᴍʙs: journal posts.

JAIME: [in portuguese]

Sorry I left so quickly. I'll be back later.

AUBREY:

You do know you can't keep secrets from co-pilots, don't you?

Talking about getting messages from home, I was feeling left out, but I did finally get a package from my parents. Looks like it got trampled by a jaeger and then rolled in kaiju shit, but most of the stuff inside survived.

My brand of cigarettes, news clippings about my brothers' rodeo success, and a Tim Ho's t shirt. I really don't understand the last one at all. It's like my mom thought I went to Hong Kong and became a Canadian tourist?

At least it smells like home.

Private to Andre & Jaime, separately

So. Uh. Hey.

Let's get some beers soon.

Private to Remy

You miss home? Sometimes I just would kill to see a prairie.

I don't remember getting drunk last night, but I swear to fucking god I saw someone walk through a wall.

Am I crazy?

I'm probably crazy...

That was a damn nice shower. Really hot water, five multi-angle massaging shower heads...

Floor was a little cold when I got out, though. Might need to have a look at the sub-floor thermostats.

The shower almost took my eye out. Or it would have, if had had my face tilted down. The water just blasted me. My cheek looks like I have rug burn, and it is sore.

Are all the showers doing this?

The arcade currently has:

Beer

Me

A Nintendo 64

And Mario Kart

I'm taking challengers now. You take damage, you take a drink.

Anyone else getting a little stir crazy in the Shatterdome?

I don't know how well I do in the city, but sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in. I guess that's the country boy in me.

( Private to Andre )

I've been trying to think of a good way to introduce myself on here without repeating everything I've said the last two weeks (my name is Andre, I'm from Brazil, yes that means I know how to dance, and yes we are the most beautiful people on the planet), but I keep sounding repetitive. Boring. I promise I'm neither.

So let's play a little game to get to know each other. This one's called Marry, Fuck, Kill. Comment here and someone will give you three people (feel free to do it yourself if you're so inspired), real or fictional, and you'll tell everyone who you'd marry, who you'd fuck and who you'd kill. No cop-outs. You can't pick two for one, or three for one, or none of the above. I've always found these answers to tell me more than just about anything outside the drift.