:Working Mates: Closed RP with ameatyourservice

Another day, another dollar.

At least that was what Jamie Bennett thought as he entered the large bookstore called Chapters, located on the end of 34th street and Fort. Being near the downtown core, this was one of the bigger and more busier of the three locations. This wasn’t a bad job, and he didn’t totally hate it. It just wasn’t that… exciting.

The lanky brunet let out a heavy sigh as he wandered upstairs into the break room, shoving his coat and bag into a locker before pushing it shut and sitting at the always dirty lunch table. He had fifteen minutes to kill for once before his shift started.

At least he had brought a book along with him to entertain himself. He flipped open the book to the one with the latest dog ear and began… staring at the words. His mind was already wondering before he started.

Didn’t his manager say he had a new employee that was suppose to start tonight? Or was that tomorrow night? Well, anyways… He hoped they lasted longer then the last two they hired. Those were a disaster.

But who knows? This person could turn out totally awesome? At least, for his sanity sake, he hoped so.


“Oh, Katniss,” she whispers, eyes widened in shock over the beauty of it. “Katniss, do you see now how kind he is?” I don’t respond. It doesn’t sit well with me that Peeta Mellark insists on doting on our family. I keep waiting for him to reveal his real motives. - Another Day, Another Dollar (rebelliondies)

panic! at the disco starters - vices and virtues
  • ❛ another dollar, another day ❜
  • ❛ you're guaranteed to run this town ❜
  • ❛ cold and alone, it suits you well ❜
  • ❛ fate will play us out, with a song of pure romance ❜
  • ❛ oh, kiss me ❜
  • ❛ i may never sleep tonight ❜
  • ❛ you're such a pretty thing ❜
  • ❛ when the world gets too heavy, put it on my back ❜
  • ❛ i could kid myself, in thinking that i'm fine ❜
  • ❛ if you don't let it out, you're gonna let it eat you away ❜
  • ❛ are you saving me? ❜
  • ❛ its the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do ❜
  • ❛ my one regret is you ❜
  • ❛ i plead the fifth ❜
  • ❛ i'm just a white blood cell, fighting like hell for you ❜
  • ❛ you gave up on you, and i gave up on me ❜
  • ❛ i know in my heart, that my head is lying ❜
  • ❛ everything seems to be estranged when you're alone ❜
  • ❛ i got so sick of being on my own ❜
  • ❛ our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos ❜
  • ❛ i'm not a betting man, but this is a sure thing ❜
  • ❛ all that hate is gonna burn you up ❜

Day 195: August 4, 2011 “Time Pressured”

I admit that I am a professional procrastinator and a certified crammer. This project was given to us 2-weeks ago, but since we’re (my groupmates and I) are being d-bags who do not care about school project submissions, we procrastinated and procrastinated and procrastinated and did the whole Thesis-like research and system proposal development ‘overnight’ haha.

Output: 60+ page system proposal paper.

Sleep: Next to none

Nutrition: Ate breakfast at 11am, Lunch at 4pm

Mood: Irritable, Exhausted, Sleepy, Numb


@tinkleburgh (in regard to this message in which I was told to drink plenty of water), thanks for the reminder and I decided to take you up on the good advice

(also after that ask I became acutely aware of how chapped my lips were and it was driving me up the goddamn wall)