Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Stupid, stupid, stupid machines.
Gah, I hate this. It feels like a leash. The only upside I can think of is that I can rant and scream about Mustang and he won't know about it. MUSTANG YOU ASSTARD!

That makes me feel better.

He tried to set my HAIR on fire! What the hell is wrong with him? If I ever do find the Philospher's Stone I am out of the military so fast...

Since I've sent off my report (it takes forever to send on these machines, but at least I don't actually have to talk with Mustang then), I'm going to go find Al and then go find food. Maybe in reverse order.
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Sunday, January 16, 2005

....crap.
Well, I've managed to lose Al. That's not good at all.

We're back in Central and I stopped by the S.A. Library, since they have these confounded machines and Mustang has instructed me I'm to mail him with some stupid program at certain intervals. Whatever. I think it's a load of bloody crap.

Anyway, I just looked up and Al is gone. That can't mean anything good. Chances are he's seen a stray cat and wandered off after it (how are cats not terrified of giant suits of armor? Maybe they think he's full of tuna or something...), but you never know. And if he's gotten his metal butt into trouble I'll never hear the end of it.

Why am I still explaining this to you people? AUGH, this stupid machine has sucked out my brain as well!
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Stupid Machines
These stupid computer-things are slowly starting to pop up in the major cities and it's bugging me, since it's a way that Mustang can keep tabs on me. I'd really rather prefer it he NOT know where I am until I want him to. Or until I send in my expense reports.

I started to freak out because all you strange people who sign the guestbook function knew my name but then Al calmed me down and pointed out that I used my name as username. I knew that. ¬_¬

Anyway, the holiday has passed at we're gone from Central, thank whatever deity. We're stuck in ... um, I'll have to check what city we're in, but we're stuck here since snow decided to drop three feet deep and shut the city down.
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