Post by sam on Mar 10, 2013 1:27:38 GMT -5
Printed from the desk of _______. Saved as:
C:/Programfiles/documents/CWU/Roster/IndivIntel/DoeJohn.doc
If you happen upon this document, it is CLASSIFIED information.
Finally got this god damn set up going. Here I am pissing and moaning about typing my thoughts out when those units are out there with their fancy-ass information recording technology shit. Man, I don't fucking know. At least I don't gotta write my shit chicken scratch on paper like a toddler with a fucking crayon. This is my only way to vent, other than chewing out all those 'rebel-at-heart' citizens. I mean, fuck you guys, you think you're fucking doing something by telling a unit to piss off? Not my fault when they detain their asses. I'm playing it smart, I'm waiting it off, and hell, I'm even seeking some nice ass benefits from this hotel California. Am I the only person in this shithole who's completely AMAZED at how a stick in the mud citizen like myself got ordered to organize the entirety of CWU? I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too fucking high. Awesome. At least they're more lenient to my sad-ass; them units. Hell, I can't say I hate the guys, but they're just as depressing as the poor schmuck I am. Three times, THREE FUCKING TIMES have I had a gun pointed at me from a non-Universal Union-loyal member, and you know what??? None of which were fucking caught! I had to lose a fucking eye because those god damn augmented limp-dicks couldn't keep up. I sure as hell fear the retarded-ass citizens in this shit city more than I do the units, but I'm still carrying on. Every time they do their half-assed "oh we gotta make sure your pig pen is top notch hunky dory" checkups, I aid their goddamn departure with a one-finger salute.
There's nothing to fucking do in the HQ in the moment, and my fingers are cramping the fuck up from this stupid ass keyboard. I pray that we find some source of entertainment soon before I beat the living shit out of Zach out of sheer boredom. That fucker.
If anything, this document's here to keep me fucking sane. Gonna see if my tolerance level improves solely through evidence of these personal journals. I feel so fucking fake, masquerading as a man with a reason, but I'm misleading the shit out of everyone. As im the only one with access to this filing cabinet with intel on the roster and staff members, I see fit that no one'll read this. And hell no, I'm not signing off. I need a drink...
March 9, 2016
C:/Programfiles/documents/CWU/Roster/IndivIntel/DoeJohn.doc
If you happen upon this document, it is CLASSIFIED information.
Finally got this god damn set up going. Here I am pissing and moaning about typing my thoughts out when those units are out there with their fancy-ass information recording technology shit. Man, I don't fucking know. At least I don't gotta write my shit chicken scratch on paper like a toddler with a fucking crayon. This is my only way to vent, other than chewing out all those 'rebel-at-heart' citizens. I mean, fuck you guys, you think you're fucking doing something by telling a unit to piss off? Not my fault when they detain their asses. I'm playing it smart, I'm waiting it off, and hell, I'm even seeking some nice ass benefits from this hotel California. Am I the only person in this shithole who's completely AMAZED at how a stick in the mud citizen like myself got ordered to organize the entirety of CWU? I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too fucking high. Awesome. At least they're more lenient to my sad-ass; them units. Hell, I can't say I hate the guys, but they're just as depressing as the poor schmuck I am. Three times, THREE FUCKING TIMES have I had a gun pointed at me from a non-Universal Union-loyal member, and you know what??? None of which were fucking caught! I had to lose a fucking eye because those god damn augmented limp-dicks couldn't keep up. I sure as hell fear the retarded-ass citizens in this shit city more than I do the units, but I'm still carrying on. Every time they do their half-assed "oh we gotta make sure your pig pen is top notch hunky dory" checkups, I aid their goddamn departure with a one-finger salute.
There's nothing to fucking do in the HQ in the moment, and my fingers are cramping the fuck up from this stupid ass keyboard. I pray that we find some source of entertainment soon before I beat the living shit out of Zach out of sheer boredom. That fucker.
If anything, this document's here to keep me fucking sane. Gonna see if my tolerance level improves solely through evidence of these personal journals. I feel so fucking fake, masquerading as a man with a reason, but I'm misleading the shit out of everyone. As im the only one with access to this filing cabinet with intel on the roster and staff members, I see fit that no one'll read this. And hell no, I'm not signing off. I need a drink...
March 9, 2016
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