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What the hell am I, some kind of goddamn nomad?

First I get dumped into this place with no memory. Get picked up by Oye. Then I move into that house full of nutjobs and gangsters with Oye. Then I move in with Franz. Then I get my memory back. Then Franz starts fucking with Versace and Franz kicks me out. Then he drags me back because he can't pay his own goddamn heating bills. Then he kicks me out again because I get worried about his precious Ciocio burning half his face off. Now I'm stuck living in the hotel where I work. Again.

What the hell? I need to get away from this place.
 
 
 
 
 
 
For the last time, no, the insane amount of snow is not my fault.

Sure, blame me for not stopping the snow, but don't blame me for starting it.

Oh, and if anyone sees that crazy doctor around, give him a good kick in the balls for me, would ya? Franz won't let me do it myself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
If I have to drive one more of those freaks in black away with a good lightning strike, I'm going to just send a hurricane through town. Get fucking everyone away from my kidneys.

There was this thing called Katrina that hit about a decade back. Seen the pictures? Imagine that times twenty.

Or maybe I'll just create a miniaturized version for the mansion if Franz comes home smiling and beaten halfway to death again.


...Okay, screw the hurricane idea. Franz kicked me out of the house. Anyone have room for one more?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Screw it. I can't find a job anywhere except as a goddamn waiter. And I am not going back to that line of work. I need an education. Dammit.

Franz, could you pull some strings to get me through the university you work at?
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ugh. Franz, I do not want a goddamn job. I'll just...do housework. Will that be okay?

Because all I can find in the paper require all this education and experience crap. I can barely qualify for a fast food place. And I am not working in a fast food place.

Maybe I'll just start buying lottery tickets.

 
 
 
 
 
 
VERSACE

MICE HAVE TUNNELED INTO OUR KITCHEN

THIS IS MOST LIKELY YOUR FAULT

FIX IT.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Franz, I found blood in the sink. And I swear our bandages have halved in the past few days.

What happened while you were taking care of Ver-mini?
 
 
 
 
 
 
I've been in this bizarro place for a while, actually.

...Really, the only reason i got one of these journals was to piss Pucci off.
And that's very difficult.

What now?

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