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Oho. Ohohoho. This is rich . Seems like I’ve found myself wound up in some little vigilante-catastrophe here. Ya know, I’m flattered that you invited me to join the Brady Bunch but I gotta’ say… it...of screams, hell, I’ve even heard a few gunshots, but nothing after. Sounds like a blast and a half. Well, I’m gonna’ go about my merry way lookin’ for “odd jobs” here and there. Seeya, kiddos
... Rose Valley Glassworks has now taken on somewhat of a raw materials retailer position, as opposed to the finished artglass retailer position. I've been making regular trips over the bridge to Bullseye Glass Co in Portland, OR and browsing through their odd lot, special run and "Furious" glass. I then cut it up and retail it on the Etsy site. :) So far, so good. I'm also collecting up the scrappy...
...of fat italians in leisure suites were sitting, discussing how to best take over the city." "Shhh... that's it... take a deep breath... close your eyes... annnnnnnd... dead meat! Coolio!" Bullseye releases the piano wire wrapped around the neck of one of the bus boys in a supply closet. Looking over his shoulder to double-check the door, he then proceeds to remove the dead man's clothes...
Just when I think I'll remain barely employed at the bullseye for 20 hours a week, Helpful Temp Agency Ladies call before 9 a.m. to alert me of a slightly vague job opportunity. Invariably, this involves either: getting up the following morning wayyy too early, traveling to their office downtown, paying $12 to park, getting 2 minutes worth of paperwork, and being sent on a slightly mad goose chase...
... rain. Summary; After avoiding Matt for a few weeks (and Matt, in turn, being a bitch and avoiding him ), Peter finally gives up on discretion and jumps Matt already. Which is nice enough, until Bullseye shows up and ruins everyone's fun. Notes; All this is turning into one storyline, so there's a little index here underneath the table if you'd rather read in order. :D Every time Peter...
...temp agency ladies will find me a new placement. But prolly not this week, since I still (how dare I) need Friday off. I'll just do the ever-popular call in at 8:30 every morn to "check in" and then hopefully go back to sleep. Blessed sleep-ins, how I've missed you. I wonder if they'll put me on some weird probationary period... At least I still have the bullseye to kick my ass for money.
... his pocket already full of wallets for the night. Another train roars into the station, people milling as the enter and exit the train. "Sir Sir No smoking in the subway." Bullseye arches his eyebrow and glances at his cigarette. He smirks and puts it out in the coin dispensary, hopping over the turnstyle. The station agent's jaw drops at the disrespectful display and reaches...
