If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me

The princess puts a damper on Compendium festivities.

Fri, 30 May 2008 23:02:44 GMT

[Private to friends, Reynard, Gray]

They're taking him away.

[/Private]

The princess's shit hits the fan.

Fri, 23 May 2008 20:54:23 GMT

[posted sometime this evening, around 7 PM, written in a fairly tired, scrawling hand]

Alex -
don't think i can take Tabs, tired as shit, can't
cant keep my eyes open so just putting Matty to bed early and g

going t

[a few loose pen marks, evidently where the ink bled through the page. nothing else.]

The princess is shot down.

Sun, 11 May 2008 23:19:07 GMT

[Private to Self]

Mother's Day and she couldn't even

fucking should've stayed in fucking rome or whatev

cunt.

[/Private]

The princess is frazzled.

Mon, 05 May 2008 23:45:04 GMT

[Private to Self]

Fucking Europe. Could've warned me.

[/Private]

[Private to Friends, Rita, Renee, Delilah]

Going to need some babysitters over the next couple weeks.

[/Private]

Understocked in tequila for Cinco de Mayo. Great.

The princess is having home difficulties.

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:31:42 GMT

[the entire page is dotted with large blots of water, some words nearly lost in smudges and smears, the handwriting a little harder than normal]

fuck

FUcki

jesu swear to c

fucing PIPES

[and a good ten minutes later, after the page has been hastily blotted]

murdering the landlord's still a felony, yeah.

The princess is irate.

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:26:39 GMT

[about five or ten minutes after this]

[Private to Napoleon and Leo]

Matty and I are coming over this weekend. Need out of the house.

[/Private]

[Private to Rose, Napoleon, Charlie, Brad]

We're getting drunk. Right now.

[/Private]

[Private to Reynard]

~~You around~~

[the note is crossed out a few minutes after going up, incomplete]

[/Private]

The princess is fed up with blossoming spring romance.

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 01:46:12 GMT

Can't be fucking held accountable if I have to wait around for my tip while some couple makes doe eyes over the bill. Christ.

Spring romance bullshit, making me sick.

The princess is vaguely bemused.

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 01:53:03 GMT

[Private to Alex]

Are you high?

[/Private]

[Private to Reynard]

Got an interesting package today.

[/Private]

Knew a free weekend only meant more work when I got back. Jesus Christ.

The princess skips out.

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:04:12 GMT

[Private to Reynard]

[after several cross-outs and a good ten minutes' pause]

Sorry. Had to run out early. [...] Work.

[/Private]

[Private to Self]

Shit.

[/Private]

[and added hastily in several minutes later]

Chelsea, Leo, if you've got extra booze, bring it tomorrow. Running low.

The princess makes plans.

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:54:04 GMT

[Private to Nava, Napoleon, Gabe]

Going to that wedding thing this weekend?

[/Private]

Never realize how short a weekend is until you have one free. Shit.

Emerson, Nava, Leo, Chelsea--keep Monday open.

The princess wants to clear something up.

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 02:09:17 GMT

[Private to Leo]

Didn't get much sleep last night. You, I mean.

[/Private]

[Private to Reynard]

Feeling ok?

[/Private]

The princess needs a change of scenery.

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:28:29 GMT

Need a place that sells cheap paint.

The princess is vaguely appalled.

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:34:30 GMT

[Private to Byrons]

Tell me the billboard wasn't you.

[/Private]

[Private to Nava]

Keep Emerson away from the billboard on Houston.

[/Private]

Leo, sure you only got Matty the one box of cars? Swear there's more here than last night.

The princess has an uncomfortable announcement.

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:11:31 GMT

[Private to Leo]

~~Have to te~~

[...]

Leo?

[/Private]

Jesus shit. Legs are going to fall off at this rate.

Who the fuck gives a kid sugar at this hour.

The princess muses, and makes a decision.

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:34:53 GMT

[Private]

Swear to god, guys can't take care of themselves.

Hope I don't catch whatever he's got. Sick enough on an hour's sleep as is. Shit. Can't even remember when I got more than four.

[...]

With this new fucking Ripper shit, doubt that'll get any better. Got to find a pill.

[/Private]

[and after a while]

[Private to Reynard]

Hey.

[/Private]

The princess has a request.

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 06:56:01 GMT

[Private]

Fucking creeped on me. Didn't even realize it was March already.

[/Private]

[Private to Napoleon]

Need Wednesday off. If that's ok.

[/Private]

[Private to Keith]

Can't do Wednesday at Impulses. Called Heather to cover. Left a message on your voicemail.

[/Private]

Rita, mind babysitting next Friday? Short notice, had to trade shifts.

The princess, apparently, can't get a break.

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 07:32:35 GMT

[almost right after this conversation]

Shit.

The princess has some questions.

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 03:30:52 GMT

[Private to Charlie]

How's the case?

[/Private]

[Private to Leo]

Thanks. For

You know, whatever.

[/Private]

[Private to Napoleon]

Thoughts on nightmares.

[/Private]

~~Any advice on insom~~

[a few pen taps, but ultimately, nothing more]

The princess shows employee loyalty.

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:04:37 GMT

[Private to friends]

Got me working the opener at Impulses. First five of you to show up get a free drink.

[/Private]

Nava, it's cool to take the bandage off now, yeah? Can't wear it at work.

Opener at Impulses on 6th and Ave. A. Guess it's part of the job to publicize.

The princess does damage control.

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:18:21 GMT

[Private to Rose]

Probably a stupid question. But are you out of your FUCKING MIND?

[/Private]

The princess is in pain.

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:33:05 GMT

Shit, Nava. Should've told me this would still be sore today.

The princess is scared shitless.

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 16:46:33 GMT

[Private to Rose]

[the writing is, understandably, a little shaky]

Too late to cross it out, you were right.

[/Private]

[Private to Napoleon, Leo, Reynard, Charlie, Hale]

Somebody's sending me shit.

[/Private]

[and added, after a while]

[Private to Anser]

Know you don't give two flying shits about Rose or me, but a fucking stalker's a fucking stalker. It's a TALE, you FIX IT.

[/Private]

The princess just says no to transvestism.

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 06:28:46 GMT

Looks like I missed a show last night. Charlie, Leo, please tell me there were no fishnets. Don't thi

[a long pause, perhaps five minutes, then:]

Rose.

The princess muses on the holiday festivities.

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 04:01:03 GMT

[Private to Self]

Don't even have vases for these. Shit.

[/Private]

[Private to Charlie]

Thanks for the roses. You didn't have to.

[/Private]

[Private to Napoleon]

~~Tha~~ [...] Matty likes the chocolates.

[/Private]

Twenty minutes and then I'm finally off my feet. Hate the holiday rush.

The princess bemoans her scheduling.

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:04:28 GMT

Place never runs out of extra shifts, swear to God.