Is that what you think this is? A Job? Oh no buttercup, that's not what we're doing. You think I wanted to wake up with not a name to myself, locked in a crate on a slave ship to be sold? You think I want to be forced to run errands for whatever demon or diety decides to use us a pawns? No dear, it's not a "job" we're not punching a fucking time clock and going. "guess I gotta go deliver this package" Fuck you, this is our lives, and unlike most of you, we have to actually live it. So how about you take the time to learn something about someone before you snap to a judgement about them? You wanna know why, I can say what I say about who I choose to comment about? It's because I fucking pay attention, I listen, observe. I know more about more people here than they probably know about themselves, so now who's the one who cares? I at least take the time to know someone, understand them, and then. I'm the one who's honest with them, brutally so, yes, but it's better than leaving them helpless and unaware. So come at me all you like, you'll always be wrong. As for me? I have to get back to my "JOB" in a few days, her too, so i'm going to enjoy my time off, if that's alright with you.. *bows* M'Lady...