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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2002
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I try and I try, but sometimes the stupidity of my teammates just KILLS me. Schuldich had a run-in with my laptop, which I won't recount here; too horrible. However, it justifies why I haven't been posting. .. I REALLY don't want to think about it.
Meh. Crawford eventually stopped whining. I believe Schu had possessed him.. Brad NEVER looks like that usually. The whole satyric thing still gives me nightmares. My soul shall never be cleansed.
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Monday, December 31st, 2001
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I give up! I shall resist no longer. AND IF ANY OF YOU INTERRUPT ME I'LL BLOW THIS PLACE TO BITS, YA HEAR ME!?
.. Now I'm off to give Crawford his tea (I'll try to restrain myself from pouring it on his head.. I'll get my ass kicked if I do, see.), and do that fucking report. DAMN it's big. =.=
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Crawford's gone on a bitching spree. It's damn annoying, to say the least. And it's over such a stupid thing like catching Farfie in the pissing rain, then getting sick. And complaining that Schuldich is a 'fucking lazy cockfuck'. Sometimes I'm pleased that I never bothered to learn English curses. I'm sure what he's saying is foul, though. It's just the enraged tone and twitching eyebrow that sorta.. KINDA.. gives it away. Why do I have to live and work with these people?
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Thursday, December 27th, 2001
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Crawford gave Weiss several boxes of hydrochloric acid.. I have no idea how he pulled that off, but.. isn't that going a little far? I bet my year's salary that Schuldich rigged an entire container of pure sodium and water, and if they open it.. KA-BOOM! .. No, I don't want to bet. I KNOW he did.
And LSD shouldn't have such a weird effect on people.. but on Schuldich, any drug makes him three times worse than he usually is, and then some. He gets a bit weird. *sarcastic cough* Luckily, it wears off quickly. Must be that Mazoku body of his. =.=;
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I hate Christmas. I hate the holidays. Why can't I have a normal life? Schuldich is a fucking useless cunt without a fucking brain. I'm not a fucking elf, nor do I care to be dressed up and painted on when I'm sleeping. Just because he can knock me out mentally doesn't make him any more fucking superior. The little sparkly red nose wasn't appreciated either, Crawford, and I know you did it, you anal retentive jerk. Or maybe that was Farfie.. The only highlight was that cashmere sweater.
Thank you, Brad. It's cold as fucking hell in here, and since you won't turn the heater on (Cheapass..), it'll help.
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Saturday, December 22nd, 2001
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Crawford's going squirrelly. Oh, pardon me. Crawford's GONE squirrelly, and keeps getting weirder. I almost get the feeling Schwarz is dysfuntional.
Schuldich can take care of himself; I'm no one's bodyguard but mine. And occassionally Taketori, if Brad threatens me with enough cruel and unusual punishment. If it has anything to do with American entertainment, I'll behave myself. =.=;
Although I'm not suppost to 'consort with the enemy', I managed to get into a ridiculous argument with Omi in class (Neither Brad or Aya know.. well.. >.>.. Anyway..). Playstation is the ultimate game consol, Weiss brat! >< XBox can kiss my ass.
Okay, someone is going to pay dearly for Crawford's clothing. And it isn't gonna be me. I'm outta here.
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