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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|12:04 pm] |
So apparently the people in the apartment next to us? Bought a dog. A puppy. A yapping puppy. They leave it alone during the day when they go to work and what do I hear all day?
Yap yap yap yap yap yap.
I'm going to break into their house and put a muzzle on the damn thing. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|12:22 pm] |
I have recently learned that back home I did some things that unfortunately I am unable to make up to the people they were done to. Mostly becuse those people are long dead, and most of them didn't have families. Besides that, none of them are here, they're back there.
Figured the best way I could balance things out is with charity work, and I got an idea from the most recent issue of the Smithsonian, the article about the donkeys and the free clinic.
I'm Josie, I'm what's called a Stitch back home, basically means I'm a healer, and detail work, things like individual bullet holes, nerve and tendon work, that's what I'm best at. I've got some funds saved up, was going to use them to move back out to Kansas, I'm going to use them to get myself an animal clinic somewhere, London, New York, maybe back in Kansas after all, pets, work animals, strays, mammals, reptiles, hell, I'll even heal your fish, maybe even Stitch people once in a while. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|03:33 pm] |
I hate each and every one of you.
Particularly those related to me.
And... thank you for the gift, Aphrodite. It actually didn't suck completely. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|06:57 pm] |
You know...
I'm half-tempted to pull something serious just so I can go back to being more junior officer.
Sure, being a colonel is a big honor, but I miss being out there with the guys on actual missions, and not just planning them. |
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