A quick note: From six am to one pm, I am sleeping. Don't call me. Don't come to my place if you know where I live, and don't send delivery to my door as a hilarious bout of adolescent retardation between these times. If you know me, you know my temper, and you should really goddamn know better.

...I almost feel sorry for that delivery kid.
Almost.



...Uh. So for those few who've wanted to go out or whatever. Drop me a line after 1 fucking o'clock and set up a date, or it's just never going to get done.



...Well at least I've got free pizza.

(( ooc: Yehyeh we aaaalll know the drill. ♥ Zabuza will take CALLS, VOICEMAILS, and TEXTS. But seriously he hates texting unless it's absolutely necessary so don't spam him with shit or he might leave bad bad things in your work lockers. ))

VOICEMAIL:

[slightly off the receiver] I don't see why I should- Fine. Fine, I said.

[aggravated sigh] Momochi Zabuza. Leave a message.

[off again] No, I don't give a shit if that's boring, you motherfucking assgo-

[BEEEEEEEP~]

( Ringtoooones. )

tags: cell

...Seriously?

A journal. I have to keep a goddamn diary. ...This is almost embarassing.

I've already run into a few people around here, but here's an introduction to the clueless: The name's Zabuza. Third dan in tae kwon do, go dan in kendo... And around here, I wield a mop. First one to say anything gets bleach in the eye, I swear to god.

( Too much for the too-curious. )


A note to Nixcore Staff: As hilarious and pre-teen it is to lock yourself in the janitor's closet with someone else for a quick fuck, we need in there. Seriously. And fucking.. Clean up after yourself. All the cleaning supplies are right fucking there. Thanks. Shitheads.

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