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My name is Vincent Valentine. Do not ask me why I am spending my time writing about myself on some online journal, and do not ask how I even acquired a computer in the first place. I still have yet to figure that out myself.
The point of these...'LJ's is to talk about one's boring and meaningless life, correct? Well, I suppose my day isn't all that interesting either. I stay at home most of the time, attempting to relax. However, my attempts usually fail thanks to Yuffie's constant pounding on my front door.
I did manage to conjure up a rather nice breakfast consisting of bacon and Chocobo eggs, though. Contrary to popular belief, I am indeed NOT a vampire, and enjoy a well-proportioned meal as much as the next man. I will not deny having slept in a coffin for thirty years, but I will say that I did not enjoy it, and hope never to sleep in the wretched thing again.
I must stop there, I'm afraid. Yuffie is about to break down my front door, and I must answer before she feels the need to set fire to it again.
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