Huh?

I get the feeling that I missed out on something. Like, a fight.

Ah well. Back to trying to insure everything. Seriously, I wish I had, like, an actual education beyond grade school shit. Then maybe I'd know what I was doing. Also? Don't let them figure out you're from the Bar. THEY WILL NOT GO NEAR YOU.

Maybe I should see if David does insurance or something.

You should see me try to do our taxes, it's like a comedy.

Nelli is the best fucking cook holy shit

I have just eaten the best goddamn

I'm not even sure what I ate

But I'll bet you five hundred you won;t get this shit at Taco Gong or whatever that place is called

Goddaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn

That son of a bitch

Ali just called Erebus out on national tv.

Fuck

FUCK

I'd punch this wall if I wouldn't break my hand doing it. That ASSHOLE. Ugh.

An Open Message to Sine Cosine

I hate you.

Ha, didn't fucking see that coming, did you? Wait, no, of course you did. I woudnl't be surprised if you didn't, though, because you can't see beyond yourself at all.

Zeff told me everything. How you used him as bait, how you almost let him die to a monster, how you stole my weapons, and then how you ran away again, ran away from your responsibilities and the people who made the mistake of wanting to be friends with you. Congrats on using him as your errand boy, by the way. It's a step up from physical abuse, right?

You fucking COWARD. At least the Lord didn't pretend he wasn't using people. You're a manipulative cowardly bitch. You are EXACTLY the kind of monster Del and I were fighting for the better part of ten years. You think everything belongs to you and you take whatever you want, you treat people like tools and drop them when you don't need them anymore, and you think you're right ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. You think you have the RIGHT to treat people like nothing and take what you want. The only difference is that you have NOTHING that belongs to you. No money, no home, no real friends. And when anyone tells you anything you don't want to hear, you start whining about your past and how you're so tormented and blah blah blah, as if that's an excuse for anything, and then you run.

Well keep fucking running, Sine. Run far, far away, because I've been taught to fight monsters like you, people who control others for their own gain and treat them like objects to be used. That was my whole life. And ho boy, have I got some experience in that.

So run like fuck, Sine, because if you come back, I'm going to make you wish you'd never come here in the first place.

Goddamnit, Sine

Here I am, lying in bed, recovering from my latest hangover, when what other sound should I hear than that goddamn VROP noise.

So I shout hello. Of course I goddamn do. I haven't seen her since Christmas! She's not even bothered to keep in touch at all - no messages, no email, not even a comment on my blog. It's like she vanished into thin air after we left. I almost got used to the lack of crazy dimension-hopping shit.

But she doesn't respond, oh no. Not a goddamn word. Just vrops off again, with my flamethrower.

I hope you're reading this, Sine. You fuck off for the better part of three months, you don't keep in touch, you don't even give us a HINT that you might be okay, and then you just come in and take my shit like you're fucking entitled to it. Not even asking, you just take it. You don't even say "hi."

Once this crippling migraine goes away and I'm able to stand without the world doing acrobatics, I'm kicking your ass.