I limited myself to one drink. Proud of myself, especially for a Sunday.

Didn't stop me from spilling my guts to him, though. Damn the man.

The Newsweek thing is tomorrow. Story sent to Jaz tonight. All ready for my next big media blowout. Whee.

Shouldn't have told him about Magneto. Damn him. Both of them. All of them ( Read more... )

Well, at least the apartment's clean again. I even scrubbed the floors, and they'd needed it. I should do that more regularly. Wood doesn't clean itself, and it tracks dirt so easily ( Read more... )

He agreed, at least. Mine own dark, avenging angel.

I hope he doesn't up and shoot someone in the middle of the salad course. Prickly bastard, as ever.

( 'It doesn't always have to be a fight.' [Rossi] [R for some language] )

Well, shit. This again ( Read more... )