Captains Log - Day

My girlfriend broke up with me tonight. Crazy. Everything about the relationship, right up untill the breakup has been nuts. She's so friggin hot. really. Just super hot. Hotter than anybody anybody reading this has ever been with. Three years we were together. But she's still working for me. I have to get rid of her, right? What am i supposed to do? I'm not so big a person as to keep her here. What if some of these dirtbags i work with try getting with her? What if they DO get with her? I would kill anybody who tried, much less succeeded, to get with her. And i don't mean i'm fight them and hurt them really badly and call that killing them, i mean i'd fucking drop cyanide in there beer, or i'd pop them with a sniper rifle, or i'd cut their brake-lines.
Still waiting for the depression to kick in..
~Robble

Captain's Log ~Day 5220

Somebody needs to document this voyage, so here goes...

Shipped out over 14 years ago - I think it was April of '93, but that prerecorded history is a foggy recollection at best. Fourteen years is a long time when it includes all of your twenties. I was quite young when I embarked, and now i'm a man wizened to a world I've seen several times over. I still remember looking back a few times, but it was only a few times and only mere glances. It would be silly to think I could fit back into a life on the mainland anyway; none of us could I'm sure.

I want to pour everything onto this screen; there's so much to tell! But where do i start? How do i start? No matter i suppose. Just pour! Each moment has been gold.

Ah the resort business!