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awake. face still kinda hurtss. stupid shift button is hard to seee. have to wear glasses and hearing aids untill doctors say otherwise. reallly don't think i ned a cane, but if anione sees any of the doctors tell them im usin it. can someone go get me a carton of smokes? i can't really drive right now.

Can someone explain to me why there's a half dozen pawns from a chess game trying to murder my wrench set out in the garage? I tried to poke one. It didn't like it all that much.

No
NO for real

Check this out.

CUpcakes? You know them?

They are just,, like, prostitute Muffins.

'm for real! They are just, like, Muffins all tarted up. like ....... wWhoreMuffins.

thhat's what we shouldd call Cupcakes.

'WhoreMuffins'.

I'm a non-Trainee X-Person. Talked with Mr. Kane and Mr. Scott, made it all official. So no more uncomfortable grey uniform. Hello, new uncomfortable black uniform.

As for names, I was thinking of going with 'Anchor', what with the not-being-moved and all.

I talked with Scott and am getting the paperwork needed in order, but it looks like I'll be the driving instructor for anyone who wants to get their permit or license. I'll put a sign-up sheet outside the garage, and I'll be using my car, so no worries iffen you don't have a vehicle yet.

For Close-Enough-to-Halloween, I'm gonna set up a projector against the inside of the workhouse and watch some horror movies if anyone is interested. Although there will be a toll of food for admittance. Also, bring your own chairs.

I've already got the lineup planned, unless anyone has any requests that don't suck:

- Ernest Scared Stupid
- Blood Diner
- Killer Klowns from Outer Space
- Maniac Cop

Gayness. Gayness is pretty cool in my book.

I know there wasn't no one waiting for my opinion on this or nothing. Jello just kinda explained a buncha stuff to me over lunch that I hadn't thought about, and it's pretty okay in my estimate. I don't see why people are pissed off about this on the internet or Fox News or whatever. All seems pretty legit.

So I ran into Scott, after a good while bendin Kyle and Angelo's ears about it and, uh, yeah...

So I'm an X-Person. Kinda. Like the trainin kind, uh, I think.

Anyhow, Kyle says we have to have super secret codenames, or something, but the trainin one has to not be flattering. At least I think that's how it is. Someone please tell me if I'm wrong. Point is, I ain't the best at thinkin up stuff like this. As much as I will probably regret this, anyone have any ideas?

No more workin doors for Fred Dukes. Ah'm gonna be helping Kyle take care of the place for all the glory and riches that entails. It actually works out pretty well, cause most of the equipment out in the shed is supersized, so it works out, uh, well an' all.

P.S. - Kyle, this does not make me your 'Minion'. Ah'm a Stage Boss, at least.

Back from Vanessa's friend (who's, uh, pretty terrifying by the way). Vanessa needed some help, and I needed the money, but she said I needed to look the part. Eight hours later and, uh, tah-dah, I guess. First person to laugh gets a fender to the face. That goes double for you, Gibney.

Hey guys.

I, uh, tried to apologize to Vette for forgetting my own b-day, which I guess sounds kinda weird, but that's not the point.

While I was fiddling with the settings and trying to change my password I, uh, think I broke my journal thingie. But I think I figured it out.

Again. Uh, figured out how to do it again.

p.s. - Kyle, I know I don't have to type 'uh'. I just can't stop it.

Hey guys.

Yeah, this thing is real weird usin again.

Apple on the hood of my car reminded me that I gotta tell people I exist. Still. Exist still.

I do.

Sorry about not bein social the past uh, year. Crap.

Just, you know, sorry. Some of the guys reminded me that's pretty stupid and selfish, and it is. Was. You know.

Kyle, if you read this: did you leave your tools near mine on the shelf near my truck? I feel like there is some cross-toolness goin on. There is no way I own this many screwdrivers.

And You-Know-Who-You-Are: Thanks for remembering I like the irradiated ones best.

If anyone needs me, I'll be out in the garage.

Hey guys. Jules reminded me I should actually post that I was back rather than just let everyone know as I saw them, which I guess wasn't my best plan ever. Cause I've only seen a few of you guys in the last week. I'm big enough to admit my plan sucked.

So: I'm back. From Muir. I'm sure Doc McCoy gave most of you guys the info on that, so no need to rehash.

Good to be home. Look a little different, which is weird. If you see a guy wearing my coat that don't look like me: I promise, it's me.

In case anyone wants to get a hold of Jules, you gotta do it the old fashioned way: he, uh, blew up his laptop a little bit. And I'm not letting him _near_ mine: I've got way to much important crap on here.

Like I told Sarah and Kyle: I don't fuck around when it comes to Cooking Out on the Fourth. We've got enough meat to feed Uganda in the fridge (I even picked up some soy and veggie stuff for the people who like that suff) and we have about nine different types of BBQ sauces in the pantry, plus enough Tabasco to make Cammie cry (speaking of, one of the grocers had some rotten meat they were gonna toss I grabbed for ya, Cammie). Ribs, Steaks, Ground Chuck, some Deer Venison, the works. No Veal, though. I just can't bring myself to buy that stuff.

I also picked up a couple cases of Root Beer, Cola, and PBR (I love it when cashiers don't even bother asking for my ID). And we have Onion Rings, French Fries, Corn on the Cob, and Chips of nearly every variety (except Salt Vinegar. I _refuse_ to buy something that nasty).

...yea, like I said, not eating well on the Fourth is a cardinal sin for me.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm running out of cash I'd managed to put away before I came here, so does anyone know of any bars or clubs hiring for security?

http://terrariummorbidum.wordpress.com/2008/05/28/bizarre-frog-can-break-its-own-bones-to-produce-cat-like-extendable-claws/

Has anyone told Mr. Logan about this?

There's a Rocky Horror Show in Salem.

There's. A. Rocky. Horror. Show. In. Salem.

If anyone needs me on Saturday night, too bad. I will be indisposed.

Perhaps, if there's a mutant girl, running around, who can shift between a purple housecat and a naked person, then perhaps that persons existence should be brought to the attention of newcomers to avoid any embarrassing interactions.

Just saying.

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yeah im alive

Uhm...

A SECRET. YOU DONTT EVEN KNOW GUYS,

Made it official.

So if you wanted your license...

Yeah I missed it, but still...

So...

Well that went pretty well...

Bonafide Paycheck

No one laugh.

Fixed. I think.

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I'm back.

Just a Heads Up

Patriotism Through Suprior Digestion

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A Humble Suggestion

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