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Cameron Mitchell! I just saw this:

I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE! I want to play.

I will bring over chips and salsa. This stuff, its fantastic! You really need to try it.
[Filtered to Daniel]


You're just taking off? And not even telling anyone, let alone the team you're on and just ignoring us.

I'm pretty sure I remember you yelling something at me for doing this before.


Not-a-Log: Left for Cam

Left for Cam on his desk when he was out, a small wrapped silver package with a small note that just says "Thank you".

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Mar. 24th, 2009

[Private Entry]

There are times I wonder if I'm even still needed here anymore. I meant what I originally said to my father, I do love these people and well, it does seem like they do believe in me. Occasionally.

Well some of them.

Well okay it was sort of only SG-1.

Well some of SG-1.

Well Muscles and Sam. Talked to Sam the other day, really miss having her here.

Anyways, the point is I wonder if I have over stayed my welcome and just not... been aware of it. I normally don't stay in one place long and I had thought perhaps it would be a good time to settle down and do that whole root thing Daniel had talked about before. I bought a place and everything.

I just. I feel lost.

And thats not something I've felt in a really long time and I don't know if this is the place for me anymore.

Ianto's meme


I do think I look awesome.


Mar. 4th, 2009

I have my own place now! :) No longer having to live at the base! I'm so excited to move in... Wait, I don't have anything to move in.

I'm going to have to buy stuff....

Cam... What is a "social security number"?
I mean, I don't want to say it's boring around here or anything but... It's boring around here.

The marines have no idea how to have a good time and that new recruit? Anderson? He keeps staring at me oddly. I think Landry needs to try for some new, new recruits.


Log: Sam and Vala

Vala had her feet up on Cam's desk, waiting in his chair. He had left as soon as they had finished the report, compiling their accounts to hand to Landry.

Vala whistled as she set up another round of solitaire on the computer, her cell phone on the desk and within reach. She dragged a black three on to a red four as she waited for a ring.

[ooc: I can haz Sammeh?]