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July 30, 2008
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I screwed up. Can't recall all the detail and specifics but I know I screwed up. That's what I get for trading my soul for some inside information. I woke up with three strange women, naked and passed out from a night of...well...something. Hope I had a good time because it ain't gonna happen again for a good long while. Fuck. Now I gotta leave town. Shit shit shit. You'd think I would have learned by now. I liked Tokyo, too. Damn fucking dead people can't help themselves, can they? Can't say I blame them all that much. I'd screw around if I got the chance, too.

The idea of returning to the states isn't all that appealing to me right now for some reason. I don't know what it is, I just don't want to go back there. I know I have to eventually to do all the paperwork that's been waiting for me for the past five or so years, but who's really expecting me to do that? Certainly not my mother. If she did, she wouldn't keep covering for me. If anyone else did, they wouldn't keep sending me envelopes with my next objective's face inside. I am so very much not looking forward to calling this one in. The last thing I need is a chewing out from anyone this morning. My head hurts enough as it is.

Well what do you know? Apparently I don't only have the spirits of the devil chasing me but angelic ones on my side, too. A familiar nondescript envelope has just been slipped under my door. Perhaps I should see what's inside. Please, for the love of all that is holy...send me somewhere warm.
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July 30, 2008
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TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:Jacob Michael Moore
Birthday:January 6, 1977
Birthplace:Chicago, Illinios
Current Location:Tokyo
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:When I had hair it was black
Height:6' 1"
Right Handed or Left Handed:Both
Your Heritage:My father is African-American, Somalian, Jamaican, British, German and part Cherokee; my mother is Russian, French, Syrian, and Lebanese.
The Shoes You Wore Today:none
Your Weakness:Bees. One sting will kill me. Bees are my Kryptonite.
Your Fears:Depends on who's in my head...
Your Perfect Pizza:Loaded
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:Learn to play the piano
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:lol
Thoughts First Waking Up:Who the hell stole my robe this time?
Your Best Physical Feature:My eyes
Your Bedtime:Whatever time I pass out
Your Most Missed Memory:If I remembered it, it wouldn't be missed dumbass
Pepsi or Coke:Coke with Rum in it.
MacDonalds or Burger King:Neither, thanks
Single or Group Dates:Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:Chocolate and Vanilla together
Cappuccino or Coffee:Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:On my own, no.
Do you Swear:Every other minute or so
Do you Sing:Yeah
Do you Shower Daily:Yes
Have you Been in Love:No, but I know what it feels like
Do you want to go to College:Been there
Do you want to get Married:If I can find someone to tolerate me without wanting to change me.
Do you belive in yourself:Sure
Do you get Motion Sickness:No
Do you think you are Attractive:Yes
Are you a Health Freak:No
Do you get along with your Parents:On good days
Do you like Thunderstorms:Yes
Do you play an Instrument:Not without outside help
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:...that's a joke, right?
In the past month have you Smoked:Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs:Unfortunately, yes
In the past month have you gone on a Date:Yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:No
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:Yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:No
In the past month have you been Dumped:No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:Yes
Ever been Drunk:Yes
Ever been called a Tease:Oh yes
Ever been Beaten up:Yep
Ever Shoplifted:No
How do you want to Die:Making love to a beautiful woman
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:I'm kinda already doing it; working for the government
What country would you most like to Visit:One I haven't been to yet
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:Doesn't metter
Favourite Hair Color:Doesn't matter
Short or Long Hair:Doesn't matter
Height:Shorter than me...that matters
Weight:I like a girl to take care of herself
Best Clothing Style:Not dumpy, but not so absorbed in herself that her clothes are all that matters to her.
Number of Drugs I have taken:Couldn't tell ya
Number of CDs I own:Too many
Number of Piercings:None
Number of Tattoos:I have lost count
Number of things in my Past I Regret:I have lost count

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July 28, 2008
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[ mood | restless ]

I screwed up. Can't recall all the detail and specifics but I know I screwed up. That's what I get for trading my soul for some inside information. I woke up with three strange women, naked and passed out from a night of...well...something. Hope I had a good time because it ain't gonna happen again for a good long while. Fuck. Now I gotta leave town. Shit shit shit. You'd think I would have learned by now. I liked Tokyo, too. Damn funking dead people can't help themselves, can they. Can't say I blame them all that much. I'd screw around if I got the chance, too.

The idea of returning to the states isn't all that appealing to me right now for some reason. I don't know what it is, I just don't want to go back there. I know I have to eventually to do all the paperwork that's been waiting for me for the past five or so years, but who's really expecting me to do that? Certainly not my brother. If he did, he wouldn't keep covering for me. If anyone else did, they wouldn't keep sending me envelopes with my next objective's face inside. I am so very much not looking forward to calling this one in. The last thing I need is a chewing out from big brother this morning. My head hurts enough as it is.

Well what do you know? Apparently I don't only have the spirits of the devil chasing me but angelic ones on my side, too. A familiar nondescript envelope has just been slipped under my door. Perhaps I should see what's inside. Please, for the love of all that is holy...send me somewhere warm.

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