blog sixty-two

Jul 21, 2010 02:54

[dictated, but you'll probably all need to read what the journal prints just to make out what he's saying, since there's ... a lot of slurring going on]

A year and five months, yeah? That's ... that's .... hey. Castle. Gimme a calculator. [tap tap tap] That's 513 days.

513 days that pretty much don't really mean anything, because how much awesomeness have I really put out there? Really? Some Committee. Some stupid Triumvirate. I've got ... what. Two employees. And one of them's a dog. Probably gonna go out of business.

[there's a slurp, then a thud and the decidedly unmistakable clink of ice in an empty glass]

Hhhhey... I thought I had a bottle of scotch a minute ago...

Man. Now I know why Bad Girl makes half her entries when she's drunk. It's not like it really matters.

Isn't it about time something happened around here, you stupid magic stupid castle? COME ON. I'M WAITING. DO SOMETHING. I'll even take the space zombies. I don't care. I could totally tear something apart, right now....

Or you could at least gimme another bottle of scotch.

...

Hey, thanks.

Cheers, Paradisa. Here's to best friends, right, Faye?

barney stinson

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