Paint Strippin' Rug Cuttin' Ragtime Gal
@hystericalDame
(Profile pic by trail-to-the-artpocalypse on tumblr) Just call me HD for short. Let's paint the town red, hey?
Hmh. Now I just gotta get back into bed... Maybe a drink to get some actual shut-eye instead of just lyin awake. #substance
Guess I better get some towels ready. :P
Can't get any dang sleep because there's a palooka out there hollering about potholes like it's a surprise. If you can't swerve around 'em go buy a bicycle!
Oh don't you pity that, Dean Dracon.
Sometimes I really feel like I'm missin' out on some prime gossip by not bein' on here more. ...But also I gotta work to eat. Such a dang shame!
HEY WAIT A SECOND. ...I got played. My darn friendly polite nature got me again. Ugh.
Y'know. I'm really glad I used the whole DMK crisis to network. MM is such a nice boss when there isn't a whole load of crap talking place on her property!
By the way, that explosion was *awful*. Broken windows everywhere.
Sorry
Wait. Different explosion?
After the lightshow and yellin' a couple days prior most folks figured something was about to happen. I think we were pretty close to having a temporary evacuation to imaginary city, hehe. Don't sweat it buster, it woulda been worse if you didn't.
Nah I'm pretty sure same explosion. Sorry fer the confusion.
Sheesh, that was a slump and a half. Guess whatever was simmering finally boiled over with DQ kickin' the bucket. I oughta thank MM and NB again for stickin' it out with me.
Hell of a day.
Drivin' over a crate of roses for QF since she's babysittin' today and can't make the funeral. If you want to leave a flower for poor old DQ just ask me.
I gotta work on ways to survive bein' shot. Not 'cuz I've been shot recently but it just became a whole lot more likely.
simply get good
Gettin' good ain't saved me from bein' shived by miss universe but I'll stay in practice.
They oughta make more flatterin' bulletproof vests! But if you're worried, you might just gotta settle on the bulky ones for now!
...Man sometimes folks you thought were a constant just slip out the back door when you ain't lookin'. And then you gotta just move on with your day. Wish 'em well wherever they're off to next. I ain't never been great with grief even if it ain't someone I knew well.
I really oughta prune my rolodex it's startin' to look like a rotisserie hedgehog.
If the next post from this account is about my wake or somethin' don't bad mouth me postmortem. I ain't close with death but I could probably talk him into givin' me 20 minutes to settle up a grudge.
<> with biscuits... Hell nah what the fuck?
An evil HD... I guess it's not impossible to imagine. She'd probably be some kinda gangster.
I can definitely see it.
Goin' for a walk.
...Guess it really is about time I look into pickin' up a nastier firearm than my pea shooter. Ain't ladylike but times bein' what they are.
@tenebrousGuardian I dunno how you'd be gettin' to Midnight City but if you need a lift anywhere my jitney's all yours.
i get to and from just fine. i just need to know where im getting in particular.
I'd guess Midnight City Second Founder's Hospital. They work quick and especially do some solid triage. A bit overzealous with the pain meds but you'll never catch a dick complainin' after getting filled with daylight.
ah. peter got back to me to confirm its midnight city general hospital actually. about how far is that from phils office?
Uhhh assumin' I'm thinkin' of the same office block, you're gonna wanna head about 3 blocks north until you hit the square, then make a right and head east until you see it. If you pass the Tailor's (the bar not the shop with the suits in the window) you've gone too far.