gunpuppy82

The job hunt goes on...

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 17:05:52 GMT

For so much longer than I intended. I am trying. I am trying to plan a wedding here as well.

She scares me, but I love her. I guess this will be the parallel of my life. She scares me, but I love her. It doesn't make me unhappy, though. Kind of the opposite.

She's met dad, after all, and hasn't run away.

Dad is getting worse. I call, and he has no idea who's calling. I called for a nurse, but she said that he still has no idea who she is.

Likely I'm going to have to go crawling to ask for a job from Craven. I hate that, but it seems to be the last legal job in the city. And I'm not moving. The City's a mess. She's been abused too much for someone not to protect her.

Or maybe I'm just tired.

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 18:49:09 GMT

I was fired.

I have to find a new job.

Happy fucking new year.

Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:58:10 GMT

I happen to like these days. The cold nights remind me of home. I should call dad and wish him a happy Thanksgiving. I wonder if Reyna would be unhappy with me if I invited Melody home for a meal. I will again attempt to cook.

God help us all.

I can't help but think of how rediculous it is to celebrate at a time like this, but I think I need to relax. Though I have to plan a wedding. I'd like to get Reyna involved, but she just seems so busy these days. I don't mean to tie her down, but I admit, sometimes, I get a little jealous. I wish I knew what was going on.

It's her life. I just wish I could help.

Or go kill something. Whatever.

You know...

Sat, 11 Nov 2006 06:19:39 GMT

Sometimes, my fiancee scares the shit out of me. I would explain, but it seems pointless unless you know her.

Another full moon past, another month of confusion as to what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. I guess I should start planning some sort of hostile takeover of the Glasswalkers, though I'm just too damned tired. I wish I wasn't.

It would be nice if everyone agreed on something. Or at least everyone didn't have to be right.

That's all I have to say, really.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 21:23:22 GMT

This is supposed to be a stress-reliever. I don't know how that could work. You write out your problems, and, what?

And the fact that I have no real problems, outside of a short temper and some bastard trying to take over City.

That's all.

Thank the Goddess for Spellcheck.