wandering-victory replied to your post: Welll guessss who’s unemployed! THIS fuckerrrrrr.
*clucks her tongue* Oh Madcap. Don’tchya know you should act professional when the boss can hear? Heh, maybe you should take this as an opportunity to come join us in the wild, blue yonder.
Oh `ey there. Awh man…I don’t knowwww I figure what I say on this radio is freeeeeee. But `parently not. M’not too upsettt. But as far as yer offer, hate to say but I’m not built for the deserttt life. I ain’t good for your s-side y’know?
Aw, that’s fine, hun. To each their own.
Drink lots of water, maybe a cup of coffee. And go to sleep. Keep talking before you’re sober, and you’ll probably just dig yourself a bigger hole.
laughing—- too hard—-
*weezes* This shit- is better than anything- on TV in the city-
I am enjoying this radionovela far, far too much~
Seriously, but hell things go wrong. I wish that wasn’t the case. I don’t understand why she doesn’t hate him, I think she has enough reasons to.
But then I realize she couldn’t hate him to save her life because she can’t hate in general.
Yeah. Ghost sounds like quite the sweetheart. I intend to go and introduce myself properly, one of these days.
Hey, just curious, but has she ever done a reading of any kind for you? Did it help in any way? I want to get one, see if some of the dust can be cleared from before my wide eyes.
Booyah, found the house’s little stash of music! Knew there had to be some, what with the player in the front room~
Sure this song’s kinda sad but,
Why am I crying?
I see a smiley-face, a snake, a snail, a frog, a horse rearing up on its hind legs, and… that one’s either a half-man-half-eagle, or a Transformer.
They’re okay,….. Vic. They’re okay. Trust me.
I know, I know, it’s just… hard not to have those thoughts. Thank you.
I might go out and find some new constellations, make up stories for them. Keep my mind occupied.
Keep yer head up, pretty.
Thanks, Strawberry. You too.
I’m trying to stay optimistic, and Angel never actually gave me an ETA, but there hasn’t been a peep from anyone.
The idea that my first friends out here are… dead, so soon, well. It’s scary. And seems almost prophetic, somehow.
Just gotta keep having faith.
We’re not in the market for residents. We accept guests, people can stay for more than a few days at a time but the family is capped.
You are welcome to visit though.
Of course I’ll be visiting! We can sit around the campfire and peacefully not hate the city together. *laughs*
In happier news, I’ve been using my free time to practice shooting with the gun Cy left. And I’m proud to say I’ve gotten much better!
So I can actually do a damn thing if trouble brews. Knock on wood, it’s been dead quiet besides everyone’s voices.