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] )

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

Can't believe he was there, and Bridget knew he was gonna be. Guess in a way, it's payback for before, but still... No matter what Bridget says, I can't trust him. Not after what happened last time... And that's a damn good reason, in my eyes.

Not until I'm dead sure he's out of the running. And even then...


I'm actually starting to enjoy running into Zachery... if only for the reason I get to injure him every time I do. Though this time, he had a friend helping him. That blond guy that lives down the hall... R something.

I slipped up. Almost blew it, and was close to having to either do some excellent bullshitting, or tell the truth. Sugarpants, what in hell Lucky for me, bloody Zachery showed up, and distracted whateverhisname is from making me explain. Got out of there before he could remember to ask again.

Zachery owes me a bloody lighter.


Bridget came by. Wanted to talk about that Hollis guy.

I called her Jordan, and damn if I didn't mean it when I did. Fuck. She's so much like her, but at the same time...

I told her not to track her down. She only joked about, but she can't. Jordan can't know about me. Especially now. Especially after how I left her.

I have a daughter. Jordan must have found out after the car crash, there's no way she'd keep that from me... Emily Hope Silveira. Born October 9th, 1984.

Damn it. I don't know what's worse not having a dad at all, or having a dad like mine. ...For all I know, she thinks someone else is her dad.

They can't find out about me. And Otto sure as hell can't find out about them. I'll be damned if I put Jordan and our child in danger just because they can be associated with me.