PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

is it always so depressing around here? rays of sunshine, you guys, seriously. I'm bored enough to start looking for places that're giving out free make-overs again.

Hey, Mr. Kung-Fu. Thanks for the ice cream. Soon as I get paid, I'll owe you a scoop.

Hey, Dean. When's that, uh..job thing gonna start. Just asking.


What's a girl gotta do to, y'know...get some exorcise...or something. Jeez.

Note to self: City of Fallen Angels seriously needs a happy-timez overhaul.

God, I hate you all.

Haa.

Whomever figured that the afterlife would be this complicated. Was this the goddesses way of punishing me for not quite believing in a higher power? I never imagined it would look so... odd. What a way to go.

I would have hoped for the better, you know. At least to put up a better fight in battle. And now, what to do with myself. Do I spend the rest of the after life re-evaluating that battle?

I can't believe I'm doing this. If I keep doing what I've been doing, I'm going to get caught.

Anyone have a job opening?

Anywhere?

I'm pretty agile, I'm fairly strong, and I know how to read, write, and do math.

Anyone. Any takers.

So... I just realized that I've been watching TV for the last 40 hours straight. Anybody wanna go do something?

So!

LA. Great city. It's been fun, kids--but seriously.

I'm getting irritated, with the, y'know...not...knowing things.

I mean--every day, SOMEONE pops up here going, "where the hell am I, mommy help" or something to that affect.

Doesn't anyone know -anything-?


Jeez.


Should've skipped out and flown to Hawaii.