William Anthony Biggs-Turner

Who: William and Brendan
What: A night in
Where: Their place
When: Friday evening
Rating: I don't know

( Lets go to a rave and behave like we're trippin' simply 'cause we're so in love )

It's a miracle! I can feel my legs again. Can't quite walk properly but to have feeling back is good enough for now. On crutches I can lug myself around, so that is an improvement.

In other words, I feel amazing.

The end.

( Private to Emily )

I finished my third book. The rough draft, at least. E-mailed it off to my publisher and editor. Being unable to walk? Helps you sit down and write. Who would have thunk it. Yet now I don't have anything else to do, which bloody well sucks but I suppose there isn't much I can do about it.

Physical therapy is possibly the dumbest thing I've ever had to do. They wouldn't even let a woman do it. I get some hairy man with very big, strong hands that could probably break me if they wanted to. I hate it.

Guess I don't have much choice though.

( Dylan )

Power out. Using cell phone to post.

This sucks.

( Dylan )

( Private )

Dear God. I hate Christmas shopping. I thought a Thursday, in the middle of the day, would be okay. That there wouldn't be all that many people out and about. Oh how wrong I bloody well was! Mothers, by the way, are vicious, angry creatures when it comes to getting toys for their little hoodlums.

So after getting far too stressed to deal with the bullshit that is retail during the holiday season, I've given up for now on shopping.

The house looks like some demented Christmas pixie came through and vomited everywhere.

Oh wait. He did and his name is Brendan.

( Private to Charles Elkins )

( Private to Brendan )

My earliest and only memory of a happy Christmas was right before my mum left. I was about two and a half at the time and that's why it's...only a faint memory. The evening before, on Christmas eve, my mum let me open a present early. It was a pair of snowman pajamas I'd seen at a shop and proclaimed I wanted. When she wouldn't buy them for me then and there I was so angry with her but seeing them there for me to wear on Christmas eve and all day following it...well, everything was forgiven and I'd never been happier.

I woke up the next morning to many other gifts, though none as special as those pajamas. It was one of the last times, I think, that I ever saw my dad smile and it was over something as simple as a paper ornament mum had helped me make for him.

Its the only memory I really treasure from my childhood and its pathetic and obsolete these days but I just thought I'd throw it out there. I needed to write something down...because I'm certainly not getting anywhere on my novel.

...I have a feeling something is amiss in my homestead and it's making me extremely uneasy.

( Dylan )

Who: William and Brendan
What: Chatting
Where: Brendan's place
When: Tuesday evening
Rating: PG-13 for now

( And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad )

I'm starting to remember why I decided I never wanted to have kids. Sure he's relatively clean and does chores but Jesus Christ does that kid scare the hell out of me sometimes. I am so used to living alone that when I wake up in the morning and wander into the kitchen in nothing by my boxers I don't expect there to be someone at my table eating cereal.

Oh well. I'll learn.

( Private )

( Brendan )

Well then.

Guess I don't ever have to buy ice again. If I want to cool my drink I can just touch it.

Guys getting drugged, girls getting kidnapped. Forgive me if I'm starting to believe everything bad me mum told me about America. Does anyone know what the bloody hell is going on here and why on earth hasn't the media picked up on any of this bullshit?

Perhaps if I play dumb...

( Private for Dylan )

I have a secret. It's a strange secret, and I've not a person to tell. How pathetic.

Also whoever lives next door? Need to turn down their bloody music. I'm sick and tired of trying to sleep only to fail because someone decides they need to play 'sexy back' on repeat as loud as possible. I do not get off on bass shaking my house.

Over-all I'm not a happy camper.

( Insert something witty here )