Fuckin' finally! Free at last!

....An I don't know what ta do with myself.

Well shit.

....I guess drinkin's always an option. S'what unemployed jackasses do, right?



...Fuck. Now I need to find another job. Fucking fuck fuck.

...and in case I forgot ta mention. FUCK!

This physical therapy shit is makin me hurt all over. Damn therapist making me push myself to the limit. And my fuckin pride makin me do it.

I smell like Tiger Balm. It's kinda sexy in a mentholated way.

Dude. I heard Rufus was admitted but they aint lettin me out of bed to see him. What the hell happened?

What the hell is wrong with people? Seriously. String a guy up and hack at him with an ax till he splits like a fucking pinata? That is seriously fucked up.

I need to get the hell out of here and back to work.

So...fucking....BORED! None of the nurses here are hot and no amount of drugs could change that. They all wear those nasty ass white granny shoes and smell of formaldehide. At least I can get up and down out of bed with minimal assistance now. Having those bitches whipe my ass was...

And I've lost a lot of my muscle tone. Fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck. FUCK!

Ah DAMN hurts. Sonnuva....HEY! NURSE! ....DONT YOU IGNORE ME!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!....HEY! HEEEEEY!

Rude. My past has come back to bite me in the ass. I dont want to tell Rufus but I think he figured out that some of the things considered "CLASSIFIED" about me are still floating around on police files out there. God I HATE loopholes like that. This could mean big trouble for me and comprimise my position and the standing of the company. I dont want that to happen. I want to take care of this. I need to talk about it, off the record, before I go beat someone's ass without good cause.

My latest assignment, Maes Hughes, bares watching. I've read his file and he's a close personal friend of Detective Roy Mustang who investigated the case at Austin's Coffee House last year. Now, normally this wouldn't be anything to worry about, but the gang that pulled that job was the gang I used to be part of and I'd hate for that to come back to me. I haven't been with them for years and I doubt anyone would talk, but you never know.

I know exactly who was behind that bullshit and with your permission, sir, I'd like to look into it.

Also of note, another piece in the power game Sousuke Aizen is playing in this town has arrived. Ichimaru Gin is now in San Francisco.

[[OOC: This could have been so much better, but I'm half awake. I should have waited but I wanted to get it up and get the plotting moving even more!! I got too excited. XD Reno seems to have done his hacking homework and actually applied it. The boy can work wonders if properly motivated....by fear.]]

You know what? I made Rude a CD for his car and I dont think the ingrate has listened to it once. I saw it sitting gathering dust the last time I was in his appartment. Obviously the guy wouldnt know good music if it came up and bit him in the face.

So, I must be a moron because until she told me I didnt realize that the hot new secretary I'd seen around the office and been wanking off too was Yachiru! And now she goes posting things on her journal about carpets and drapes! What the hell am I supposed to be thinking about?! How can I not be thinking about completely inappropriate things now?

....Fuck....I have to go take care of this. Right now.

((OOC: I would say strikes unhackable, but Reno is new to the journal format and while he may know a thing or two about computers is lost on this thing.))

Fixing the engine of my car is really going to put a strain on my bank account. Granted it was a creative way to get revenge but DAMMIT! Ugh...and I'm tired of riding my cycle to work. It fucks up my look and there's no CD player and...just fuck it!!

Note to self: Find a bar, get trashed. Buy more cigarettes and beer.

Also, Rude bid on me at that fuckin Valentine's Auction. Maybe the guy is gay...who knew? But seriously, Rude, what...the fuck?!