Fuck personal vendettas... fuck the lies... fuck having to deal with the pain... fuck actually giving a shit anymore...

I would have happily taken your way out before. But not now. You don't deserve her you crazy... psychopathic... bastard! I'll make you pay, hell, WE'LL make you pay!

No-one crosses my family and lives! NO ONE!

*grins*

Yeah... well, some things certainly went better than expected. ♥

Well, I'm off to post an important package... should get to the recipient by tomorrow. Let the game begin!

Have now moved a load of my apartment stuff to the spare bedroom up at my Boss's house. I s'pose there's not a whole lot of point paying the rent on the shop if I'm hardly ever there, but I think I'll keep it up just in case the downsize goes ahead and I find myself booted out of the new place for some reason *disgruntled sigh*.

Damn it, I need a drink. Luckily my beverage collection was one of the first things I brought up here. *takes a swig from an open bottle of fine vodka*. I'm still on the case of tracking down an invaluable piece for the Boss Lady. The attaining of which will bring me express gratification. Unfortunately, I've not seen her a whole lot recently. I think she may be avoiding me. Why do I fail so much at life? I'll just have to get on with the job at hand.

So... *yawns*... looks like ol' Rapture's finally beginning to crack at the seams. Yes... I know... old news and I should have expected it. Blah blah blah. I've only been able to read up on the facts this morning. I've not really been picking mail up from my apartment...

Anyways, all the damn news reports have me concerned. Whilst the rioting and my previous bad-luck had me considering buying myself a handgun, the worrying news of leakages have kinda put me off the idea. I mean, it wouldn't be tough to come-by one if I inquire through the right channels. Could even come in handy if I... y'know... get mugged again. But then, an underwater goldfish-bowl like this one isn't exactly the best place for firearms. Might have to look around for some other form of personal protection.

Oh yeah... I've acquired myself a new business associate. Or should I say she acquired me? *shrugs* She's effectively taken control of the dealership but is keeping me in charge of trade and payload. That's kind of the reason I haven't been back to my flat until now. Dealings up at HQ, the usual. All good in my books.


Hmmm, I've also been feeling not quite myself recently. It's strange and I can't figure out what it is. It only started a few nights ago... 'round about when I met... but that hardly matters. *runs gloved hand self-consciously through hair*

Let's just say I've not had the best of weekends. The gallery opening was pure torture... like being stuck in social hell with utter morons. The artists were pretentious and the art was mediocre. But what did I expect?

Plus I had an uncomfortable run-in with a section of pavement last night. My head hurts and if I'm not mistaken, I've managed to crack a few ribs. I swear this town is getting filled with more and more crazies every day! Idiots attacking you in the streets, vandals hacking city property vending machines... what's next? A rise in the murder rate?


*grimaces* Damn these injuries! Being put out of commission for any amount of time will mean I'll have to close the dealership for a few days. Can't run a business like this. Lucky that I tend to heal-up quickly.

After half a week sitting in this dreary office I feel 'bout to go crazy. Hours of having to talk inanely to the clientele and act civil. Constantly having to call around and arrange meetings. Having to deal with pompous bastards praising their own cruddy work. Life dragging by day-by-day and all the time wishing I was somewhere else. Not that I could ever be anywhere else but here... not with the world outside as it currently is. It pisses me off that I don't have any power to change it. But at least, here in Rapture, I can have a small corner of glorified distopia to myself.

A leaflet came through the door today. One of those posh invite things. All artsy swirls, smart lettering and phrasing to make you gag. A mark of high society at it's worst, in my opinion.

Anyway, there's apparently some sorta Big-deal art gallery opening on Friday. Not really my scene. Only, a couple of the pieces will be up for sale and a client is eager to buy. Usually not a problem... only some high-and-mighty idiot made the sales 'Exhibition Only'. Means I'll have to go out there myself. *growls* Bloody socialites and their stupid parties!