I have finally returned home to L.A. from my top secret assignment from the paper.The first thing I did when I arrived (after unpacking) was stop by the shelter to see if Anne was around, but, alas, they told me she was out. I was slightly let-down; it would have been nice to see a familiar face after being away so long. I returned home to the ( Read more... )

I haven't been around in a long time. For several months, I wrapped myself completely in work ( Read more... )

Apparently under-the-table employees of Wolfram & Hart get invited to their shindigs as well. I have to say, it was nice to celebrate my return to town at a big party. The Wolfram & Hart Halloween bash was certainly one for the books after all, after a rather dull start. After careful consideration, I decided to be off the wall and go as James Bond ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I've been MIA for the last couple of weeks. I just needed to get out of Los Angeles and clear my head. Everything with Anne and Parker just had me seething, so I needed to escape for a while. I drove south to see the crater formerly known as Sunnydale first. How many people can actually have the satisfaction of seeing their shithole of a ( Read more... )

Only in this stinkhole of a state would anyone elect the actor who made Junior, End of Days, and Twins to be governor. I can't believe it. I'd rather the Evil Hand have won. At least the Hand has an excuse for not having a brain . . . .

//Firewall against Parker and Anne//

Met with Hank Summers about a possible alliance against Panne, the second ( Read more... )

//Firewall against Parker and Anne//

Parker and Anne are getting all coupley. I can't stand this. I feel like someone ran over me with a Buick. I'm the one who saved her from a demon, dammit! And what thanks do I get? First she goes all hell-hath-no-fury on everybody, mostly me. Then she finally regains her sanity, but starts seeing Parker. (On ( Read more... )

Not much happened today. Just another busy day at work. Caught wind through our demon-supplied grapevine that a Wolfram & Hart-sponsored shoot-out took place at a private school this afternoon. I'm charged with writing that article ( Read more... )

I woke up a little while ago to find myself on the floor of my mom's room at the rehab facility with a pillow. The weird thing is, I don't remember why I was here. I remember being at Anne's apartment last night, and I remember making up with her, but I don't remember why I had reason to be there. Every time I think back for a reason, it's all ( Read more... )

I'm spending the last few hours of my pathetic little existence with my mom at the Wolfram & Hart rehab facility. I said all my goodbyes to those I care about. (Sorry, Parker, you don't really fall under that category. Asshat.) Anyway, if this is indeed the end, it was a blast, folks. And I got to hang with Anne one last time. Okay, this is Freddy ( Read more... )

I'm at Anne's. She's sleeping. Don't worry, I didn't take a page from the Parker Abrams Book of How to Woo Women. I've been a perfect gentleman. I don't know if I should stay or leave. I'm not tired ( Read more... )