Chanel No. 5?

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Sun, 14 Nov 2004 20:04:15 GMT

I'm suppossed to do *what* with *who*? This has got to be the sickest joke ever. I have half a mind to turn it down. I'm a professional!

And because I'm a professional, I know that I'll end up doing it. Ugh.

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Sat, 23 Oct 2004 23:19:52 GMT

I don't often get the chance to spend time with someone outside of professional relationships.

And I don't often want to.

Actually, I never want to. Since Yamato's death, it's just easier being alone. It's safe that way. I don't have to think about or take care of anybody but myself.

So it would actually be a good thing if we left things strictly professional and she didn't take me up on the offer. "The offer." Listen to me. Like going shopping together is some big deal or something.

But...it is a big deal to someone like me.

Things could go back to being normal if she casually declined.

But I really don't want her to.

God, I'm rambling! >.

Wed, 20 Oct 2004 21:18:28 GMT

I've never really understood the appeal of computers. Yamato always held them in higher regard than I did. He'd talk about computers and the future...

Anyway, I've transported more than one of them for people. Those were easy jobs, free of Dr. Jackal's perverse amusement. But even though they weren't dangerous, they were always high paying.

But these glorified television sets can hold some pretty important information.

...If you're skilled at working with them. "Page Not Found"? And why can't I hear anything from my speakers, no matter how high I turn them up?

It just makes me want to splash some corrosion scent all over it and be done with it.

But I suppose it can't be too hard to figure out, if even those two idiots can work them.

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Wed, 06 Oct 2004 18:06:37 GMT

...so then I had to shoot the bastard and explain to him that fencing is an -artform-.

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Chanel No. 5?

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