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Alert!

This journal is now closed, but the pup is still around.

Please re-friend this fool over at renegadescalpel

Thanks!

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So. Fucking. Hungry.

Where the hell are you, Andre? Where in the fuck did you go? If it's where I think it is, when I get there, I'm going to throttle you.

And here I thought if I was that much closer to you, I wouldn't lose you again.

re: the web

... this is the weirdest thing.

...

Aurelius... just fired me.

A message left on Z's voice mail.

"I got those tickets, Andre. They had a special... eight for the price of five."

It might have sounded like he was smiling when he said this.

As of six pm last night, which happened to be a Friday, Dom's office was locally declared as a disaster area. From one corner of the room to the other, there were piles and piles of disconnected telephones, each the same make and model as the other. They only differed in their wear and tear. Phones were piled on the desk, on the table, the filing cabinets, shelves, the planter, and on top of Dom himself, who was stretched out on the couch in the middle of a nice, deep sleep. One could tell by the snoring.