I wish to all higher beings that I was Correllian and that odds didn't bother me. But no, the higher powers did not see fit to grant me that wish, they wanted me to suffer.
I mean really, you'd think that Mister I-look-good-in-a-flightsuit......err I mean Mister I'm-going-to-shove-out-the-nearest-airlock-soon (Note to self, do not write entries when angry)...could bring me good news. Something like "I just saved a bunch of money on my astromech insurance by switching to Geico, oh and I just intercepted a holo transmission that says the war's over and we can go home." If he came back with that kinda information I'd totally make out with him right there......Ask him to marry me......take him to the nearest bar and drink him under the table.
But NOOOO, now I've got to figure out how the hell we're going to get through this. And to think I could've spent a nice life on earth with my evil stepmother and whoever she picked out for a husband for me. I would've made a good housewife, don't you think. (Don't answer that)
Cheers
GP
((OOC: Hey, just to let you guys know anything that's been struck out has actually been deleted from ICGP's entry, you lucky people get the benefit of seeing it OOC. XD))