The feeling started creeping up on me when I had the ticket in my hand. I could bloody well go off and find 'er, and then what? Said the words, she did, but only 'cause she wouldn't have to deal with me bein' around for her to actually deal with ( Read more... )

Maybe stickin' 'round here's not too terrible of an idea.

// locked down against Harm and Angel //

Wonder if she bought the whole "blaze of glory" defense. 'Cause I don't know how well I played that off, when it's really more a case of lack of nerve.

And I do hope the wanker doesn't notice that the Viper now rather smells of smoke.

// go ahead ( Read more... )

Tired of it. Something's gotta change. Plan on flexin' my brain today, see what I can come up with. 'Cause spending all my bloody time fighting with Angel's not exactly what I'd call a gratifying existence.

ow.

That's it. The git's shot his gob off one too many times at me, and I'm bloody well tired of it. Don't even go asking what happened this time. Same old sort of thing, really, and what little patience I had left is gone.

Can't decide if I just want to take off, or clobber the bastard once and for all.

Well, Percy's comin' back to the fold 'ere soon, it sounds like. Which is just fine and dandy, yet I couldn't help pondering the notion that the great poofter's likely to greet him with all manner of enthusiasm. In anticipation of havin' to witness some bloody scene of "hail fellow, well met," I suppose I'm feeling a bit put out yet again. Not like ( Read more... )

Well, seems what started out as a friendly night of hoistin' a few with dear Morrigan turned into ( Read more... )

I've been entirely too cooped up in this sodding building. Think I ought to do something tonight, go out and find something nasty to off. Either that or see if Charlie wants to hoist a pint or some such. Or, hell, both. *shrug* Just hate all this feelin' of waitin' about for something to happen.

Seems that as of today, it's been a year since I created this bloody journal whatsit. God, back then, things were all manner of simpler: avoid hearin' voices in my head, find something to do with my time that didn't involve choking back guilt-ridden tears at every turn, and basically try to earn some trustNone of those things applies anymore, ( Read more... )

Found an empty cot in the infirmary. Comfortable as hell. Some ponce of a male nurse thought I was dead, though, and started wheelin' me down to the morgue. Bugger.

And, dare I say, a law firm with its OWN MORGUE? If that doesn't scream evil, I don't know what the devil does ( Read more... )