Musings

[Locked to J. Bly and M. Kennedy]

Hello there! My name is Evangeline, I'm super excited for our date.

J. Bly-Told you were totally worth it.

M. Kennedy-I won you in a swap! How fun is that?

Sooo my Papa is going to want to meet you...Is that okay?

[Locked to S. Djaevelen]

I WON TWO. WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH TWO? What if I win one of them a prize and lose the other one??? Did someone nice win a date with you?

[Locked to B. Sablier]

I won two, Papa. And paid for lots more. Did someone awesome win a date with you?

[Locked to E. Pride]

You didn't auction yourself off, Eli. ;)

Does anyone have a microwave I can use? Mine looked fine after the zombies reavers attacked, but it just set my food on fire so [...] I think it's time to get a new one.

Is anyone else just now discovering extra zombie damage?

So I wouldn't have thought it was physically possible for any apartment building to be shittier than the one I left. Because that one was condemned thanks to the asbestos, the rats nesting in the floors, and the cockroaches that thought my bedroom was their scummy little hive. And yet when I finally have no choice but to move and think that maybe, just maybe, I'm scaling up a little into an also-shitty-but-not-as-shitty place, IT GETS TORN ASS FROM END BY FUCKING ZOMBIES.

Seriously, what the hell? I get that there's probably not a building in the city that DIDN'T get turned into shredded festering shithole because of this whole whateverthefuck just went on, but why did the ONE PLACE I decide to move into get the obvious worst of it short of being COMPLETELY FUCKING LEVELED. I'd consider myself lucky that they didn't ruin everything I'd moved in last week if I thought luck had anything to do with it.

At least I've got a bed back, even if I did have to pry it practically off the fucking ceiling. That back room was starting to get really uncomfortably claustrophobic.