The Crime Scene Unit has been to this apartment before, and not long ago: they know their way and their duty, and don't speak much except in quiet, monosyllabic query and response. You got that? -Yeah, I'm good here. Thanks.Answering machine's tape is popped out and popped into a bag, sealed and tagged as evidence ( Read more... )

I like whiskey. I like it a looooooooooot.

Did I really call her? Maybe not. What a weird dream.

Yay, Cutty Sark!

( 'What. The /fuck/. Are you talking about?' [Sabitha] [R for language] )

LJ entry: On the rocks
Originally posted: September 8, 2005
Written: September 24, 2005
Requested by: xmm_sabby

( Commentary [R for language] )

Well, at least it's over with, and now I can finish up my writing. Focus on what's important, right? Sure. Right.

( 'Let's honour our dead, and turn our mourning into resolve.' [Jean, Shaw, Sabitha, Sean, Nikolai, Ray, Rossi, Aaron, Jubilee, Alyssa] )

I hope everything's okay with Sabby and me. Did the best I could, but she knows something's wrong. Don't know how much more I can milk the Aaron thing before it fails or just chokes me with the hypocrisy. I'd deserve it, God knows.

The column's going to press as is. I had to shout down Gilcrest pretty hard, and more than once, but that is what ( Read more... )

I did not mean to visit Sabitha Melcross and bitch about my life, my failed job search, my brush with the Brotherhood of Mutants, or my sad peripheral history with St. John Allerdyce ( Read more... )

Shit. Shit. How is that-

Her heart stopped! Whose heart stops from exercise? Okay, she's stressed, she's doing the judo or whatever . . . and bam, her ticker just gives out? What the hellDamn. Damn. Damn. Gotta go bang on Rossi's door. Vincent's. Are they on-shift tonight? No idea. Will leave messages if so. Phone messages. Notes stuck under the ( Read more... )

I can't win with Sabby sometimes. Maybe most of the time. I hate having to walk on eggshells around her.

Well, not that I don't prod her where I shouldn't, I guess. My fault for bringing up Shaw in the first place, but damn, girl. I'm a reporter, and I have reporter friends who've interviewed him (and let's not talk about Jaz's run-in with him ( Read more... )

I ducked into Bad Ass after dinner down in the Village with Terry to celebrate the Times story (Page A8, can you believe it? And the photos look great; I owe Steve dinner now), and ended up running into Sabby for a little while. She was having coffee with some high-school teacher from out in Brooklyn. Andrew something. Had an inquisitive bug up his ( Read more... )

Okay, new rule: wallow in your crap for a limited amount of time, get it out of your system, and then go do something about it ( Read more... )