Oh for fuck sake.
So after several pleading and whining messages from my fucking useless cousin I'm finally informed that he's going to do sweet fuck all and stay exactly where he is. I suppose an attack of conscience was too much to hope for but acting like switching sides was same as changing a jacket is bit much.
I told SarLa and they both looked at me like I'm the muppet. I guess the family still haven't quite gotten over me chasing him to Providence and back.
I'll try and contact Evanda let her know, and see if there's anything I can do to make her life easier. A couple of glasses of something and a foot massage maybe.
About Me
- Symon Kauliford
- A mild industrialist by nature. Trys to avoid politics and controversey but still seems to be dragged in all the same. Possesses a highly cynical and sarcastic personality disguised by a fairly cheerful demeanor and a quirky sense of humor. Owns numerous Caldari vessels, a pack of over 3000 slaver hounds gifted to him by a senior officer in the Ammatar Navy and a decent stockpile of fine Gallente wine. Uses a pair of old glasses when reading, a gift from his father. Subsribes to The Economist, a Caldari pro free market journal.
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