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12 June, 203X-Is this thing on?Haha! Yea, mics are a bit dead these days, but what the hell it sounds cute and archaic and thatís the only way to roll. So why am I sharing my thoughts with you amped out joy boys and not out on the streets trying to gain some needed Giri? Well the wise and powerful Kelvy feels she needs to let all into her well-tuned and phenomenal mind. Is it just me or do all people who do these damn journals speak in the third person. I am hoping that writing down my thoughts and feeling will help relieve some harsh tensions (sexual and otherwise) and get my mind back on the prize.So what does the way hot daughter of the famous Rocker Kerry Eurodyne do on her daily trek through life in Night City? Well- I spend the first part of the morning taking long hot, steamy showers (yea, I knew that would get your attention), down a bowl of sugary kibble and hit the street in search of something newsworthy for DaDish and all my admiring fans. Too bad all the stories involve collarboys who end up creased by some underpaid torpedo. Well at least it gets me in the top 10 Data Pool shows-ok, well top 20, but it can't hurt to be ones own #1 fan.Other than that I waste too much time down at TOTENTANZ a bar down in the lower midzone. If you are reading this, please donít be a stalker and come down looking for me. Not that I don't love the attention, but youíre likely to find yourself 3 kinds of dead by some psycho Edgerunner who needs to get his kicks. The main reason I hand out with all the weefles and metalheads is to get close to a very beautiful man named Trace, a way too hot Roller who can get me the story of the week and let me get close to those in the roller state. A see through PVC coat and "Do me" boots should do the trick, but I have a bit of a problem called Lani.More on that drama later, now lets talk about me.I was doing some research via the old Data Pool last night and I intercepted a couple of photos. Now usually it's a pic of some loser's privates that he is sending to impress some young boy or girl for a night on the wild side, but this was odd; very odd. They were pictures of frogs, yea like the ones in stories Grammy used to tell me about- you know kiss one an it will become a prince sort of frogs. If they still exist the Giri in that would be huge. Ooooh. Thas' so sweet, I will have to keep these cute little eyes out for more data. |
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