Bloody Fuckin' Hell!(Back dated to before meeting Faith and after talking to Xander)
Blood and stakes and neither of them can we put on a fuckin' grill fer dinner! God, how the fuck am I gunna convince my brother of this shyte? I better go buy extra Guinness and a gallon jug of Buschmill's. Plus, we are supposed ta move in with one of Xander's friend's. Names Faith. I hope she's fuckin' hot? Make Connor a lot more agreeable ta things.