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Good job, dream me, way to work for the evil empire. That's gonna end up great.

Private to Cloud
You dreamed of this SHINRA shit?

There are twins in my dreams. One is a flirty prince and the other one looks like a roided up bear. Except they look exactly alike. Oh and a ninja assassin. A real ninja assassin.

And we've all formed a party and are going to see some guy named Bannon. Whoever that is. I'm supposed to be helping the resistance taking down the empire.

It feels a bit like I've stepped into Star Wars.

Happy early Mother's Day to all of you out there. Being a mother must be a wonderful thing.

My dreams are so cliche. I get the slave crown taken off and now I have no memories and don't know who I am. There was this guy who insisted that he wasn't a thief, but wanted to be called a treasure hunter. How ridiculous. The worst part though is the fact that I had this kind of flashback to a clown who was my.. master. A clown. A guy who laughed a lot and looked like a clown. I wish I could make that up.

Also I have green hair. Huh.

I swear to god, if one more person calls me the Easter Bunny this week for delivering their Easter crap, I'm going to do something drastic.

Hey, we made it all the way to mid-April without a bandsaw injury. Not half bad. And at least this year it was a backpack that took the damage, not a hand like it usually is.

I still don't get why shop class is even a fuckin' thing. Sure, let's take narcissistic tiny humans and give 'em saws. Good job, school district.

I swear, we should just take all the teenagers and lock 'em in a damn box until they're old enough to not be assholes. Before they were trying to set me up with someone, and now that I've got a date, now they want to know about her. NO. Just no. Just sit the hell down and make your goddamn birdhouse.

One of my students said I should get out more. Smart kid, but he's an annoyingly persistent little shit. So we're going to pretend this counts as getting out, got it?

Fuckin' kids.