Thursday, April 26, 2012
Good evening, sweethearts
Hey there, kids and kidettes.
Right, you don't know me, do you? Well, it doesn't really matter, I guess. You know the chicas on this blog, so that counts for something. Those anonymous emails Lis was getting were coming from somewhere, though.
Okay, I was rudely interrupted there. Seriously, who's been teaching the shrimp to ... Right. Tia. Fuckin' hot. Self-defense training, getting all sweaty and close together. Yum.
I mean, there's nothing like the thrill of an "ex" tackling you on a bed and shoving a gun up under your chin, amirite? Phoowee... Never expected little Miss Lissie to get a temper. Ain't that Tia's job or something? I mean, not that it's not nice to see, her acting all fiery.
Tia had to drag her off of me. Now, I know it's kind of hard to resist sometimes, but that's no way to treat an old friend, is it? Especially one who's been sticking his neck out to drop some ideas in these pretty ladies' path. Yeah, that was me. Whoop-de-shit.
Right. A name. Names are kind of important, I guess. Jared's the name, and (insert cliche here) is the game. I'm just a drifter. A glorified hobo and someone who knows these chicas a bit. Hi.
Lis is just a-fucking-fussing now. Quietly. I swear, I don't think the woman ever raises her voice. Even when she's saying she'll never forgive someone and so on. She'll forgive me. She always does. Tia's dealing with her right now, and I'm getting the stare-down from the kid. Nice to see him... her... Um. Yeah, anyway. Again.
Glad they managed to use the diversion to get out of the hospital when they did, anyway. Yeah, hi... I'm the one that talked to the kidlet in the caf. Oooh~ Shocking, I know. Yeah, shit's been going down for a while.
Hi there, Sheppy, you sheep-fucking darling, did you miss me? I know you did, baby.
Peace out, Girl Scouts.