It seems that the city has suddenly become inflicted with an outbreak of curses, each independent of the next. I do recall such an event happening awhile back. One cannot help but wonder if these Deities actually plan it, or if they just have such little control over these curses that from time to time they get out of hand. Considering what I've seen, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they were incompetent.

Work, at least, continues on. Gods. Just how is someone supposed to work like this? Does she even have an off button or should I just bind her with some form of kidou... Bad enough there was that stupid game. A pity Styles-san had to leave the city, as there was a man work working for. She's like my captain, only worse-

Over a year working for him-

Wanted: A Job

Yes, I require a job again.

If anyone has, or knows of a job that is either secretarial in nature, or of a similar field, I would be much obliged if they could pass that knowledge along. My current employer was in the law field, though I fear he has since left the city.

While I am not overly particular in the long run, my strengths are within the above mentioned areas.

I do believe that today is one of the most ridiculous curse days that I have witnessed. Bad enough that there have been days where people were what they wore, or found a set of clothing from a particular era in their closet, but this! Despite the fact that some people seem to be having fun, or sad that they have not been cursed, I find this extremely annoying. Yet again, it has not happened on a weekend, and all attempts to remove these clothes or to cover them up are met with failure.

On a brighter side, 10 things of this beer left, and thankfully I found very small bottles, though sugar and making someone cry... Well, those are a bit harder. I am not going to ask that Arrancar for a cup of sugar!


[ooc: =D]

Another New Year. How simply splendid, and that, is indeed, sarcasm.

Well that certainly is a new one, and to decree such a thing? While the curses in this city have always been a thorn in the side of those whom dwell here in the city, the compulsion to actually do such things is beyond us. We are forced against our own will to dance on puppet's string and make a show of ourselves.

This though! 

While I am sure that some will have no problems at all drinking the supposed requirement of one hundred bottles of beer, there are others, myself included, who have no such drive. Nor shall I be sharing such a thing, so none should get any ideas. What utter ridiculousness, and what next? Shall we prance around on one foot, or perhaps stab someone in the back.