Momma said there'd be days like these.

Astra got a little cranky with me. I mean, it was an innocent thing. Honest injun.

So I like whatserface from Desperate Housewives. It's not like I'm ever gonna meet her. Right?

It's just a little innocent crush thing. She's probably nothing like her character on the show anyway, and I'm totally happy ( Read more... )

That can't be good.

Thought he was dead.

I gotta make some calls.

I dunno exactly what's blowin' up Astra's skirt these days, but, brr, the temperature's seemed to be down whenever I've been a few feet from her ( Read more... )

I'm so stupid.

What a dumb thing to get in a fight about.

Astra and me, we watch Survivor every week. It's a little addiction. I mean, yeah, I might run a little betting pool on the side...but whatever. You pick up a little extra coin where you can, right ( Read more... )

Astra got called to some big meeting in Arashm-whozits...Business thing. I get that. Just bites that I can't go with her ( Read more... )

Oh, man. I hate havin' to wear a cast around. It's murder.

Ok, not murder, precisely...but it is a gigantic pain in the ass.

Tougher than hell to sneak out of bed without wakin' the wife, so I could head down into the bar, and start work on part of her Valentine's surprise...

Just hope she likes the recipie, and I don't screw it up, tryin' ( Read more... )

I been bummed all day, and nobody seems to get why.

Johnny Carson passed away.

I grew up watchin' Johnny. And he's not here anymore.

That kinda makes me sad.

That's all.

Ow.

Can't go down into the restaurant.

Hard to work with my jaw swollen practically shut, and a broken arm.

Astra caught me when I fell in through the back door of the restaurant, all beat up. My own fault, really...goin' out at night without any protection. But who knew I'd get beat down by some vamps ( Read more... )

Light music plays on the in-restaurant sound system. Freddie Mercury is singing about wanting to break free, and Willy is polishing the bar. The crowd in here is light, a human UPS driver on his lunch break arguing football good-naturedly with a blue-skinned demon with mouths in the palms of his hands. Willy's nodding along with the discussion, ( Read more... )

Christmastime.

I love it, I dunno 'bout anybody else.

I love the whole ritual, man...lights, the tree, the little snowman...ok, it's California, so the snowman's plastic, but the thought is there.

Sometimes, I really miss snow at Christmastime. Well, there was that one year, but that was a freak thing. Like, celestial intervention or somethin ( Read more... )