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Not much has happened lately besides Jo having a fit a few days ago at the bar. Kind of makes you wonder when shit's going to hit the fan the next go. You'd figure with some folks have been here years that they'd be used to this bullshit by now but they ain't. No one is and can't fault them for that at least.

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[ooc: yup folks, Daryl didn't even mean to send this little gem out there into the great beyond.]

Some women have more purses than they can use. Some women have more shoes than they can wear.

I have more plants than I can take care of. Walking around my place is almost like a minefield. Is there anyone who might be able to provide a good home for some of these plants?

It gets awfully lonely here late at night. Along with my clients, I'm used to a city that never sleeps and instead I find myself in one that does. The sunrises are lovely though, I could never see those back in New Scranton as there was too much smog and neon signs.

i never had no chrissmas before or presants

daryl said to say thanks too you guys so thanks for my toys and stuf and COOKYS. fleur that red matariel is JUSST like daryls so i can be jusst like him! hes not so bad

Huh, well -- that's odd. I don't think I'm in the swamp any more. Has anybody seen a pig or a bear or a... a whatever?

Ha-Ha, Rigsby.

McFeely, scrolls, opulently decorated room. Fairly elaborate payback. You can come out of whatever little secret passageway you're in, now. I can hear you. What's "frak" mean, anyway?

By the way, I'm keeping the $100.

this shit ain't funny no more. I AIN'T NO GIRL AND I DON'T WANT TO BE NO GIRL!

that said, whoever's body this is looks like she thinks real high of herself. just so we're real clear on it, i ain't gonna put no hair crap on and i ain't gonna figure out how to put on no bullshit makeup.

someone fix this. now.

I hate this. I look hideous and this body is so big and clumsy.

Whoever has my body better not do anything to mess it up!

I'm surprised. I was actually spared from this one.

Donald? Are you going to need me to cover any of your patients or are you alright?

never did think i'd get used to being here, majority of you people are okay, but can't understand most of the shit that comes out your mouths or on these damn phones. i hate not being in control and i don't like being no patsy. i wish i would've got the chance to shoot rick grimes before i started not giving two damns but lori would've got real mad at me and then i'd have to deal with her being some nagging widow bitch ALONG with surviving.

wasn't happy when we left atlanta, merle's still out there and he's handless and lost lots of blood and i don't like to admit it but he's probably zombie food and why am i talking to YOU about that? i should be thinking positive when i ain't. i resented him treating me the way he did when we left rock mills and our shit parents but i know he was just doing what needed be done and what i needed weren't some sugarcoated childhood or love.

there's a lot going on up there in my head, lots of important shit but no one cares. i'll show everyone one that i ain't all that dumb. i got feelings too and right now my main feeling's wanting to beat the crap out of something and then get drunk. i'm hungry, feel like having a slice of Bobbi Joe's award winning strawberry rhubarb pie except Bobbi Jo ain't here, thank God, she ain't the kindest cat on the fence but she sure makes good pie.

i smell something burning. who's burning something?

If this castle is anything like the castles back home, then there is more to this structure than what meets the eye. Has anyone here given this place a thorough exploration yet? And if not, is anyone interested?

A hundred dollars isn't enough. I could get a pair of pants and two shirts but they are hardly worth wearing. You can't expect Marc Jacobs at those prices. We need more than that. I can spend a hundred dollars on skin and hair products alone.

Found: One crossbow bolt named "Roberta" with a drawing of two eyeballs scrawled onto it.

Whoever is the bolt's owner should provide some compensation for the broken window pane in my room.

This is not to say that I'm complaining about my current living arrangements, but there certainly must be a catch to this. After all, anything that seems too good to be true almost always is.