This is just so fucked up.

I love them both. I want them both.

Can't have them both.

Fuck. Sabrielle keeps tellin' me ta go back ta Bridget. Don't even know if she'd take me back, no matter what Sabs keeps sayin'. And I would. I would go beg her ta take me back. But...

Where tha hell does that leave Sabs? She ain't got no one to go back too, causea me. Already hurtin' cause the one guy she loved left her. What tha hell would it do ta her if I shoved her off too?

There is not enough fuckin' whsikey in tha world right now.

Wish there was two of me. Might make this a bit easier.

Fuck. Fuck.

I didn't - I wish - I need -

Alcohol. Fuck doctor's orders.

M'sorry, Bridget... Fuck. I'm so, so sorry.

Just go ahead and hate me. Hate me. Please.

( 'I guess love is not enough.' [Bridget] )

Well... That went a bit better than I expected it woulda. Probably only cause he was already side tracked with that Jax stuff...

Bloody hell. I'll never get why that little imp is in tha nut house.

Damn it. Wish I knew were Bridget was. Longer she's away, longer this break up...

Fuck. I don't wanna do this. But I gotta. Even if it was just a one time thing, I couldn't stay with her after that. Wouldn't trust myself.

Damn it.

( 'If yer switchin' girls, then do it right!' [Rich, Sabrielle] )

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Bloody hell. Think our individual fuck ups and problems might actually even each other out.

Whoda thunk it.

( 'Ozzie, it's a scientific fact that a little abstinence won't kill ya.' [Sabrielle] )

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( 'What do ya call me, with what Ah did, Ozzie, if it doesn't make me a slut, or a whore?' [Sabrielle] )

First log is backdated a few days.

Don't understand this. Really don't. Not sure if I'm even s'pose ta or not. Still, what's wrong with me? If it's even a wrong thing...

Don't wanna go back. Back means problems. Back means other people. Back means life and all tha complications that comes with it.

Meant ta be. Was it? Is this stuff planned out before we're even tykes? Hurts my head ta think on it too much...

Plannin' on things. Things I hope happen. America. Europe. Just us.

Fuck. There's something definitely wrong with me.



Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Son of a bitch. Kill him.



Sleepy. Tired. In pain.

Wanna drink. Can't drink.

Wanna smoke. Can I smoke?

Want fucking outta here...

Think I said something important. Can't remember what is was. Fucking meds.

I shouldn't wanta keep doin' this. I shouldn't wanta keep doin' this. I really, really shouldn't.

Gotta get a separate room.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Fuck.

Think this is one of those moments where people say they're never drinkin' again.

'Cept I really don't think I can blame this fully on alcohol.

Fuck.

Well. This is a turn of events, ain't it?

Dropped Sunset off in Virginia. Probably had a place there just by bein' her 'brother' but I wouldn'ta felt comfortable. Never do, in places like that.

Went back to the city real quick. Got some stuff that I doubt is gonna be replaceable or salvageable if the damn place gets blown up.

Picked up a person as well. Sabrielle. Girl Sunset's been teachin'. Girl Angie went bonkers over, too, I think.

Bloody hell, when did I become a good guy?

This is just... completely bolloxed up.

Aliens. Bleedin' fuckin' aliens.

At least Bridget's outta here. Said she was already on her way to wherever she was goin'. Angie's been outta the state since any of this happened, so I know she's alright. Or, at least outta here. That's a plus.

Gotta get Sunny outta here, more than anythin'.

But once we're gone, where the bloody hell are we gonna go?

Wonder where she always pops off to.

Have to ask her next time I see her. If she's 'round long enough for me to, anyway.

Still don't like that she sleeps in the ruddy park.



Fuckin' gobshite.

Sis and Bridget are gonna be pissed that I fought him - If you could call it a fight. - again. Don't care. Hate him too damn much to not fight him when I see him.

He's lucky I let him off easy.



One of these days, I'm gonna take somethin' of hers, and see how she likes runnin' 'round for it.

Knowin' her, she'd have fun.

The minx.



Damn it. One of these days, she might not pop off.

Forgot to ask her where she goes.

Don't see how she's all that crazy, really. Considerin' the crazies I've met, she ain't nothin' compared ta 'em.

A spirit of chaos and death... Can't really deny either. Maybe be more of tha first than tha last, but considerin' certain parts of my history...

Wonder where Poppet ended up popping off to. Gotta ask her where she goes next time I see her.


Hrm. Not sure if I like him or not. Can maybe tolerate him, at least. But like him...

If anything, compared to the last few people the beatnik's seen, he ain't all that bad.

Still ain't gonna stop me from hurtin' him if he hurts her, though.

Somedays, can't help but feel really fuckin' useless. Wasn't able to stop the little punk who broke into Bridget's apartment, wasn't there to help Sunset at the damned ball... Maybe if I was actually places when things bloody happened, I'd be useful.

'Pparently, I'm gonna have to follow Bridget or Sunset everywhere they go.


That was - Fuck, I - Next time I see Poppet, I'm buyin' her something else. Don't know if I can ever thank her for this...

It''s not my fault. If Bri said, it's gotta be true. It's really not my fault.

Bridget - A 500 dollar gift card to Barnes and Noble, becoming her personal mechanic and the Kylemore Claddagh Ring.
Sunset - Tree of Life Spirit Board
Angelika - Tickets to Spamalot, Wicked, and Chicago
Rich - Children's Tin Drum
Diego - Power Tour Electric Guitar
Calie - Power Tour Electric Guitar

God fucking damn it. Shoulda really thought this through before getting this damn piercing. Can't smoke. Can't drink. Can't kiss my fucking girlfriend.

Hands are shaking too much to distract myself with playing guitar. Can't go out and do something unless I wanna kill someone. Head hurts too much to watch any damn TV.

This withdrawal better pass soon. Can't see me lasting two weeks with this shit.

God. I don't wanna hear anythin' like that ever again.

I need to find new places to drink, 'pparently.

( 'Do you actually /have/ a rack in your home?' [Rene, Julien] )
Finally figured out what the hell Bridget did to get Zachery to leave. On one hand, m'highly amused, considerin'. (Along with a bit jealous, assumin' she had to feel me up a bit before actually goin' in for the kill. Wonder how willin' she'd be to do that otherwise.) One the other hand... it scares the hell outta me that she's got no problem putting my future youngin's in danger.

Got a few idea for what to get her for Christmas. One of 'em includes not talking about my 'daddy issues' considerin' they seem to do nothing but put her in not exactly a good mood.

( 'Well, being that you were stupid enough to let Jello-boy take over your body, I think I had the right to make it ache a little.' [Bridget] )


God, next two weeks are gonna be hell. This better be worth it, but I'm kinda regrettin' it, now that I can't smoke none. Drinkin' I don't need. Drinkin' don't help keep me from killin' morons everyday. All together at least. Nicotine helped with most of that.

Fuck. Better come up with a good excuse to not leave the apartment for the next two weeks. Unless I wanna go to jail, and that's somethin' I definitely don't fancy.

How do I know Bridget ain't gonna be all that thrilled with this?

( 'Jackson HollaohmygoshIalreadyknowyou.' [Jackson] )

Well, that was a bloody fuckin' ordeal. Dunno what the hell went on since yesterday, but once I can walk again What the bloody fuck did Bridget do to me? I'll be able to make sure I'm not wanted for murder or have any weird tattoos or piercings...

Bastard. I should fuckin' kill him. Nah. Let Sunset kill him. She'd do a better job of making it more painful than I ever could. Or mayeb find a flamethrower or make one of my own...

Wonder if Bridget knows how to make one.

Bridget... God, dunno how the hell that slipped out. But there was no use denying it afterwards, or trying to pretend I didn't say it. Might've been an accident, but that don't mean it wasn't still true. I love her. And even though she didn't say it back, I think she loves me too.

(OOC: This should not amuse me as much as it does. >D)