Musings

I couldn't help but notice that all the information packets that I left in the lobby for PETA are still there. I would encourage everyone in Hamartia for the fifth time to pick up one of these very informative packets and read up. The treatment of animals in this country (and most of the others) is absolutely abhorrent! And they're animals. What are they going to do without people to step up and look out for them?

Even if you don't buy into all of what PETA stands for, you could at least take a look. There's plenty of non-vegetarian practices that promote the general wellbeing of animals! I also have information packets from the Humane Society, if you'd prefer.

And if anyone from either of the other buildings wants information, just ask. I don't have a problem dropping stuff off for interested parties.

Edit: For the record, I know very well that PETA can be crazy. That doesn't mean that everything they say is crazy. The information contained in the packets I'm talking about is specific and not-crazy.

[locked to w. hampden]
Your present was wonderful Madam Sir~! I've been listening to the CDs all day but I had a question for you about the Jack's Lament song and the end of it who were you arguing with?

I missed you at the party but it's totally okay that you weren't there I know how it is to get hung up on stuff.

Also this stupid phantom ghost thing whore totally stole my Jen.

[locked to b. slater and d. hockney]
Tell me you're going to beat the shit out of this O.G. phantom bastard or whatever for stealing Jen.

( Left on the doorstep of Hamartia 305. )

Masks aren't for the party they're for the dead.

Tell me someone is going as a DNA molecule for this masquerade. Because that would be epic.

[locked to b. slater]
Slater do you know where Jen is? I messaged her earlier because she didn't come in for her coffee and there were the drugs in the lobby and I haven't heard from her. Is she just busy or something?

[locked to d. hockney]
You're a genius detective I have a case for you.

[locked to w. hampden]
Madam Sir Warren?

[Locked to W Hampden]

I spy failure, friend.

Seeking accomplished contractual type for employment opportunity. Amateurs need not apply; generous compensation.

Contact options.open@creations.com for specifics.

Miss JP, will you tell me a story?

[Deadpool's money, plus double the agreed upon bonus amount, is left for him at a prearranged location, with a note that says he should check to the forums that evening.]

[Locked to W Hampden]

Twice as much for round two, friend.

[Message sent to W Hampden, sent during this]

I have a job. Time is of the essence. [Direction of vigilante meeting here] You're looking for a man in white face paint. Additional injuries a plus, with extra pay.

WAREHOUSE ASSISTANT -

INTERRUPT AGAIN. SOON.

I would like a horde of puppies so I may take over the world as these guys apparently are doing:

( Safe for work! )

If I wanted to put on a dress, put on fancy makeup and become the most confusing belle of the ball, I'd just watch my video of prom night again.

Hey friend, friend? Unknown friend? Whatcha doing?

Today is TMI Tuesday:

There is mold in the corner of my apartment. It is shaped like Jesus, so I have named it George. I wonder if I can get black lung from this.