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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:23 am
This entry should be short and sweet... I'm getting a job. I don't know where or doing what... but I'm going to go and get a job so that I have money to spend on something. That something I can not say here since I know that there are people in my family who read this and I wish it to remain a secret... That being said, if anyone knows of any mildly well paying jobs could they please give me a heads up? ...
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:24 am
Anyway, my new job is at the new casino, and I don't really think it's my calling, but I'm getting paid for it. For all my money needs I think it's important that I earn it myself... it just makes me feel better, like a better jivvin. And that's what I am. Cigarette Man for the slots floor. I know... it's not like me.
It's actually against all my morals to sell people cigarettes... I mean, why? why would people want to gamble and smoke and kill themselves slowly? .... I'll never understand, but I'm paid to let them do as they like so I do. In a little red vest over a white shirt and black trousers... hair combed back and everything all tidy and greasy... blah. No one come and visit me.
The manager of the casino was a little aprehensive about hiring a jivvin and not a human, but I think I impressed him with my manners and well spoken attitude.... we'll see.
So suck an egg Dromi and Jen, I got a job... so there!
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:25 am
despite my better reservations, the casino job is working out better than I thought it would. All I have to do is suck up what little pride and opinions I have, while smiling and letting women flirt at me at the same time. Oh, and sell cigarettes.
I seem to be very popular as a cigarette boy (as I''m called) and all the ladies on the floor seem to prefer me to the showgirls that can be seen wandering around here. I''ve lost count of the times that women have asked me if they could pet my ears. I''ll admit that it''s slightly unnerving, but it''s a living and I seem to be amasing a small fortune. Enough to buy things with and even take certain friends out to dinner. And when and if I do... I''ll be proud to say that it''s my money and not some that was given to me for no reason.
that being said, I''m working so many hours at the casino that I havn''t had the time to stop by the center and see my friends... is there no happy medium?
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:25 am
I... am.... so ... bored! I have nothing to do, noone to talk to. I have plenty of money... I have so much money now that I went out and got myself a credit card so that I didn't have to stop at the cash machine anymore. It's better, but I'm tired of hanging out by myself. I need to get back in touch with all my friends.
I feel so ashamed that I went out and got a job and then never took time off to keep doing the things that know I love doing. Now I'm doing my writing at night by lamplight, whereas before I used to sit in trees and at the lake and other such places. I miss all that.
I think I might pack this in and go to the lake. I miss the lake.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:27 am
What's new with me? Nothing really. What's new with other people in my family would be a better question. Jen has a son... his name is Jim and he's a little orange Smo that kind of adopted Jen. He's cute but there's something wrong with his eyes... I know that you can't see a Skull Monkey's eyes, but he doesn't see right... I won't tell Jen that though. Alexander has taken up ettiquette and studying history, and he's a little easier to talk to now that Ranald is breaking him down. Saty is still mean but she's only mean on the top level... deep down inside I know that she cares about the rest of us. She keeps calling Keppit mom on accident, and I know that she'd turn bright red when she does if she wasn't covered in brown fur. Annastasia is a very silent little sister. Most of the time she jsut sits there and stares at me and I know that she doesn't really see me. She's of in her own world somewhere, you can see it in her little brown toad eyes. I'm kind of currious as to what she thinks about me.
Me? I miss the company of Fen and Bruce....... .... ... and Tifa. I really really miss Tifa.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:28 am
I saw talked to Tifa the other day at the jivvin center, and I won't go into all the details just in case one of my dear sibblings puts thier grubby paws or anthro'd hands on my personal journal.... but I must say that she's so... shes... well shes... I mean....
When she laughs I laugh. That's why I love being around her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:31 am
Satou turned and looked into the mirror on the dresser. With a heavy heartfelt sigh and sad smile to herself she turned to her journal and began to write... Sure she was happy and sure she was more than adjusted to this life, not really a new life, but this life. She really liked her family, Keppit and Ran and Gus and Jen... They were all great people. But there was something missing and she felt that she knew what it was... but how to tell them.
Alexander, on the other hand, was out walking in the woods behind the jivvin center. He had been taking brief walks out here almost everyday for the last month, but he'd never been THIS far into the woods. Truth be told, the purple jivvin was looking for something... for someone. There had been someone out here that one day. He was sure it had been a jivvin... He had just never learned it's name.
And then somewhere nearby... in a bush, or perhaps a tree, maybe even a hole in the ground.... someone watched Alexander plod noisily through the forest. Watched in thought. He wasn't very old, but E'layeth had plans for this king...
Gus walked by the blackjack counter with a bag of coins slung over his shoulder. It was grunt-work, but at least he wasn't selling cigarettes to foul breathed old ladies anymore... now when they asked if they could pet his ears or stroke his tail at least they didn't always smell of tobacco and alcohol... it was a little better. He adjusted his red vest on his thin torso and started off towards the slot machines where, surely, there would be people waiting to cash in bills for quarters.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:32 am
So not much is going on in my life right now. I'm still working at the casino... I'm the change boy now, well - change man I guess- I really don't have much time to write in my journal anymore. But on the good side I do have more money than I know what to do with... I really do.
Jen and Dromi and Saty and Keppit and Ran and Jim are all great (as far as I know), and everyone is pretty much the same as they've always been... Jen does have a new boyfriend, though he's not told me that specifically, it's very obvious. And Jim has grown so much... he's talking now, and he's gone fifther already (or noid, or final stage, or whatever), so he's a strapping child with furry monkey ears... he's cute and there's nothing wrong with furry ears on a humanoid body. Nothing at all.
I miss Tifa. I think about her all the time. Maybe I'll write her a letter.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:34 am
I'm taking a couple of days off work at Keppit's request and we're going to hang out at the jivvin center in hopes of seeing people we know... or heck, even meeting people we don't know. She's been a recluse and I've been a recluse... I'm shy and she's a zombie.
Fen's been busy... or missing ... or something (you never know with Fen) Bruce is off doing whatever it is Bruce does when he's not around the center (which with Bruce, you can also never tell... he's so darn lrelaxed all the time... it's nice.) And Tifa... I think I write about Tifa in every journal entry that I put in here. I really like her... liked her. I don't know where she is but I haven't seen her in a long time and everytime I try to call her the phone doesn't work.
We never really had anything, but I did get the feeling that she liked me back... I felt so comfortable around her.
But I might have to let that go... I might have to move on if she has.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:35 am
GLASSES!!!! ????!!!!!?? I need glasses. Or so I'm told. I don't WANT glasses. I'm enough of an oddball already. ... ...
I really don't know how I feel about this yet but I'll know more later I'm sure. I'm going with Ranald tomorrow to get my new glasses.
I don't want glasses.
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