you are the harbinger of death, kara thrace.

Well ladies and gents, I'm free. My contract is up and I no longer have any obligation to smile at anyone. I suppose I could renew, but I'm going to give it a few months before I decide. Until then, I think I'll enjoy my time off.

( Filtered to Isaiah )

I quit. Can I quit? This last week has been nothing but watching the prissy girls on this shoot talk about how much they hate men, then eat their feelings, then cry about how much they hate food. Not that I was one of them. Ugh.

I need a break. Preferably a break where I get to shoot something. And not with a camera.

I am currently paying top price to anyone who might have parts for a Mark II Colonial Viper.

Either that, or I need someone who can tow my bird back to Galactica. A clever mechanic with an understanding of sub-light engines is also a plus.

These things get shot at for years, and mine starts clacking trying to break atmo. Whatever it is that brings shit in to the world with us needs to check it's workmanship.

Guess what I'm not doing for New Year's? Drinking. Know why? Because holiday drinking only leads to unfortunate things.

Free wine. Occasionally delicious, but mostly it just tastes like regret. So I will

( PRIVATE TO LAURA )

( Filtered to Adam Leroy )

Going on a week in Los Angeles. This is a buffet of humanity I wish I'd never had to sample.

I'll give twenty bucks to the first person who will call and fake a family emergency for me. I would love to be anywhere that is not here.

Glad to see nobody murdered one another while the truth was out there. I hear it was a near thing on a couple of occasions.

In other, slightly more interesting news, I have never been quite so happy to be back in Toronto. Not only can I feel my toes again (runway shoes are ridiculous), but I never did master anything more than the most basic Italian, and the moody coordinator refused to even try English. So I had a short Italian man following me around screaming something that I could not understand. For two days.

I love this job.

( Camelot )

I finally made it back to my apartment. Only to find that a pipe had burst in the apartment above me, and created a small waterfall in to my bathroom. Which no one had bothered to check on while I was gone.

I'm going to sit here and scowl at maintenance until it's all taken care of.

( Filtered to Camelot )

Every so often, you end up posing for a spread with a super ripped male model. Which can be great, if you're both enjoying yourself. It is less great when they apparently don't speak enough English to understand 'hand off tit'. Or they do, and they just ignore you.

He's lucky he still has all his teeth.

( Filtered to Camelot )

What's this I hear about a jailbreak? Dangerous reincarnate criminals running amok, frakking up everyone's day? Sound familiar?

You know, I really, really hate to see all my hard work undone like that.

Since I'm back and bitching, I guess I should reintroduce myself to the reincarnate world at large. Some of you I know, but for the rest: Hi. I'm Kace Tailor. I'm 25, I live in Toronto, and I'm constantly subject to the opinions of one Kara Thrace. Don't know who that is? Google it. It won't take long, and it'll be mostly painless. Promise.

( Fear gets you killed. Anger keeps you alive. )