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((OOC translation: "There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..." Of course, we all know Dean is rubbish at Latin, so the fact that he's quoting classical Latin text is completely accidental. He was probably actually trying to order a pizza.))
What the FRAK is going on? This is the second time I've woken up with time just frakkin slipping through my frakking fingers and this time my head is killing me so if someone could frakking explain all this frakked up shit I'd appreciate it.
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?
Okay, so I think I've gotten the hang of this place, aside from getting weird texts from people I don't even know - and no, I don't own a machine, nor am I even taking Leg-a-whatever lessons or want them.
What I do want is someone to take me into the city, I've got only one dress, the one I arrived in, and a $100 to remedy it. I also need a job, cuz I know $100 hardly puts a pretty pair of shoes on my feet. Takers?
It seems like a lot of people are missing loved ones from home or home itself. While I can understand the feeling, especially since I miss my family, it's a bit sad in the same note that there's nothing here that people seem to find worth mentioning at the same time. Not that finding redemptive things isn't hard, but it seems worthwhile.
Anyhow, I've been enjoying work this week. It's been busy, which has been nice.