Glance 148

Jul 22, 2007 03:29

Fuzzy the badger is gone. That was an odd day. Alone again.

I'm just so fed up with bullshit right now.

They're leaving. The both of em. I just cannot put to words what the hell is going on in my head.

I could have magical werewolf whathaveyou in me rather than viral. And it might be something that can be cured in a month, according to John. Goddamn John trying to make me be something, someone I'm not. Sure it would be perfect if I could be a were-bitch at the drop of a hat to win the day, is that in me though? I really don't think so. I don't have the desire. But I haven't tried. Could I even control myself that much? Shit.

Apparently I am so unreasonable that it takes fucking magic to get me to see the point. Just...

Cori dropped the Hattori Hanzo sword, MY Hattori Hanzo sword out of the fucking window, icing on the steaming shit cake of an evening. It's scratched but it didn't break thank god.

I had to go home. I wasn't after Cori, and given the right frame of mind both of us could be committing irreverseable deeds even the City couldn't make better.

brocklehurst, shithead, fuck this, cori, bitches, hattori hanzo sword, john

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