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[Aug. 16th, 2006|09:21 pm] |
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//Locked//
Well, I tried to stay at the bloody mall for as long as I could. I wanted to give Lindsey and Cordy some privacy. I'm still having mixed feelings about all this.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that they're...uh...together, together. I'm glad that Cordelia has overcome her fear so soon and that it's with Lindsey.
Actually, I think the latter is the problem. It's a two way street. One the one hand I can understand that she'd feel safer with him sooner because Cordy and I have known each other longer and it may get...awkward.
But then there's the fact that we've known each other longer.
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After all the drama and listening to my girls cry, it was good to see them smile again. I took them to the mall. Yes, voluntarily. Alicia got a new pair of slipper like shoes. Marilee some books, we managed to find some games for that computer console thing for the telly and apparently Dennis likes to play Parcheesi? Anyway, we got that as well.
I managed to talk Alicia out of a haircut. Good lord, she wanted it short and snappy?
We went to McDonald's, yes I still loathe that place, and grabbed a bite to eat. What's with the 'Superman' toys? Ridiculous. I'm also going to have to ask Lindsey to tell them once again that he *doesn't* own the place.
When we got home, Cordy and Lindsey were...there too.
//Locked//
And looking at me funny? Maybe they feel guilty? Which is silly, because I told them I'm happy for both. With both. I love them both, and I'm happy for them both.
I couldn't be happier.
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With Lindsey free from that bloody firm, I think it's high time we got the Pryce-Agency of the ground. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|07:43 pm] |
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The talk with Connor really did go better then I expected. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t really it. I was still picturing this angry boy who was ready to kill me if needed. He seemed calm enough, ready to move on and get out of there. I think I may have gotten through to him somewhat. I hope.
When we came home, the girls were in their room playing. Lindsey said he was going to get rid of the suit and take a shower because that place always made him feel dirty. When I walked into the girls room they were quickly to tell me that Aunty Mommy Cordy had been floating, they ‘totally’ didn’t like the neighbors from across and was Mommy Aunty Cordy okay?
Deduction: Cordelia had a vision, she took the kids to the neighbors and went out *alone* to fight this bloody demon!
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When I stormed off to the bathroom however to have a few words with her about that, I was brought to a screeching halt by some very…err…familiar sounds. The kinds of sounds you don’t hear often here but one has heard enough to recognize.
Cordelia was in the bathroom and I recalled Lindsey saying that he was going to take a shower.
Oh.
Well.
I knew they had their talk, considering the fact that Lindsey wouldn’t shut up about when we drove over to the prison, but that this would mean that they’d be able to move onto the next stage so fast…
I just backed away from the door feeling slightly hurt for a reason I couldn’t put my finger on. Sure, I’d been in love with Cordelia longer the Lindsey. And sure Lindsey was my boyfriend first. I was happy that they’d get… err…intimate so fast though, it was just what I wanted for the two people I love.
Just couldn’t help but think, what about me? Maybe they were afraid of my…uhm… unnatural parts? Maybe Lindsey hadn’t been telling the truth when he apologized for laughing so hard about it when I told him? Cordelia *is* an actress.
I’m getting paranoid again.
They’re moving to the next stage, this is a happy thing. They just need time to… do the same with me. I guess. Hope. God, I hope so. Maybe they just need to get used to the idea? Maybe Lindsey isn’t used to men? Maybe Cordelia feels awkward because we were friends first?
Maybe they do see me as not whole.
Okay, I need to stop this. Now. Go and take the girls to the play ground on the next block when it’s still light out. Get some fresh air.
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Errr, Cordy? Linds? I’m taking the girls to the small play ground at the end of the street, just around the corner? It’s still light out so we should take advantage of it. Just yell if you uh… need me. Or anything. No rush, take your time and… I’ll be going now. |
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| Through the mirror of my life |
[Jul. 24th, 2006|03:52 pm] |
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Klarutsha demon.
No, I’m not sneezing. Very funny.
Klarutsha demons, seem to have a lot of knowledge of what’s going on in, under and around the city, while their habitat is at the harbor. They apparently have very sensitive hearing. Just how sensitive was something I found out the hard way. I was in the middle of getting some information about either Fred or Angelus when my cell phone rang.
The next thing I know, my cell phone was gone, and disintegrated into a thousand tiny little pieces. Suffice to say, I was not happy with this. I was rather pissed already, but not as pissed as the Klarutsha demon.
I never knew they could throw humans that far. There’s no doubt in my mind that was a personal record for me. Fortunately it was at the harbor so I had a soft landing in the water.
Unfortunately, I can’t swim.
I have never been more grateful for the amount of garbage people seem to throw in the ocean. Some happily floating half eaten surfboard turned out to be my rescue. As long as I tried not to think of the rather large teeth marks on that things, the very deep, deep, deep water, and the fact that I was a very long way from the docks, I was able to stay calm.
Took me about an hour to get out of the damn water. Of course then I was visited upon by the universal law of ‘what can go wrong, will go wrong’. The harbor appears to be notorious for vandalism. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a working payphone? And why is it you can get a cab and bleed all over the backseat, but they pass you by when sopping wet?
Good lord.
I finally found a phone, had to borrow a quarter from a homeless chap - who incidentally looked cleaner then I did right then - and called home.
Half an hour later I was able to get a word in edgewise to the hurricane that was Lindsey and Cordelia. They were extremely mad, talking gibberish and upset.
It’s hardly my fault I got penciled in for an unwanted impromptu swimming lesson now was it?
They came to pick me up and were silent the entire drive home. I knew something had to be wrong other then them being angry because I wasn’t able to call. They way they were looking at each other. The way they were looking at me. The way Cordelia didn’t seem to want to let go of my hand despite how grubby it was and how much I stank.
When we got home, the girls had already gone to bed, Dennis keeping a close eye on them (perfect baby sitter). Lindsey and Cordelia sat me down and told me what happened, and what they know.
Thus far.
I don’t think it’s sank in yet, so I’m not going to say anything. What I am going to do is go into my office and do research. There has to be a way to fix this. Somehow.
Yes, some people call it denial.
I call it coping. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2006|11:12 am] |
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Well, I think we're ready to bring Dennis over to our new house. I've found the right spell and Dennis has indicated that he was getting quite bored. I'm sure he missed Cordelia.
Let's hope he can drum some sense into those blasted brownies. And it's always good to have eyes on the girls at all times inside the house if needed.
The girls are a few weeks home now due to summer holiday. We're having a lot of fun. I never knew there were so many amusements parks nearby? Although I'm not sure about the water themed one in that valley I don't think we'll have time to visit all of them. Still, they're enjoying themselves, Lindsey, Cordy and I are as well and that's the main thing.
Okay, the girls are calling. We're going to the beach today, apparently. Cordy and Lindsey kept bugging me about some tan. I'm taking along some books, just in case.
After that, it's time to bring Dennis home. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
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Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
It seems like a long time ago, but I never forgot it.
Cocytus, it's always been obvious where *she* put me.
Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti
What on earth possed Lindsey to give me this book? After...everything?
If anyone needs me, I'm...in my room. Reading. I have some reading to do. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2006|08:13 pm] |
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Well, if it isn't the ungrateful day today.
I'm guessing Barbecue and Fireworks are a must?
Oh the irony. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2006|10:36 pm] |
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Looks like someone lied to me. What a surprise. |
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| It's Fathers Day? Oh. |
[Jun. 18th, 2006|09:20 am] |
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The girls made us breakfast, in bed. No doubt with the help of Cordelia. Luckily no homemade brownies were involved, or hurt.
My very first thought was ashamedly 'there will be crumbs in the bed'. Until I realized that both Cordelia and Lindsey can handle that just fine on their own. Midnight snacks, that's all I have to say to that matter. I suspect they didn't really made it themselves. I think they ordered in, under Cordy's guidance. Which doesn't make it less sweet.
They made me a drawing, which I will have framed. I wish I could get this stupid scanner to work, so I can show it to you. Because they're really good, especially Marilee's.
And they wrote a song Or some such for Lindsey on the tune of...what was it again? Something with 'mountains', I think. Alicia has a really nice voice. Who knew Lindsey had an allergy problem too?
For some reason both Marilee and Alicia got a new dress, as well as Cordelia. They lost me there, but I'm sure it's another fine fathers day tradition. It's not as if I would know.
I hear going out to dinner is also traditional today? But we've chosen to have dinner and a movie at home. Just the five of us. Although, Lindsey mentioned that dreaded barbecue?
I've never been so utterly and ridiculously happy as today. Although the other day came bloody close. It also made me realize how much one should cherish moments like these, because they'll never come back. I'm a father, and aside from being a mother, I personally think that's the hardest job in the world.
But it's so very much worth it when there are moments like these. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|12:01 am] |
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Is there anyone who can tell me why Lindsey is suddenly sneaking around with my books? Ones he cannot even read?
Call me curious, but that's really...suspicious strange.
Cordelia, any idea? Perhaps Lindsey himself would like to shed a light on this?
<font size="0,5><s>Seriously. Marilee can sneak around better.</s></font> |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|10:18 pm] |
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( //Locked against Lindsey// )
//Unlock//
It’s a beautiful day outside. The girls and I went to the park, despite the protestations of certain people that I should be resting and not overexert myself. Certain people went along, to make sure I wasn’t doing as such. We had a nice day, with a picnic. It has been a long time since I’ve had a family day like that. Okay, I never had one, but that’s not the point.
I’m happy, and I’m oddly afraid and waiting for the bubble to burst. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2006|12:35 am] |
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It's od how you can be extremely happy and completely terrified at the same time. Isn't it? |
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[May. 24th, 2006|11:24 am] |
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I’m not usually one to take disadvantage of a situation. But with the girls in school and Lindsey off to… I have no idea where he’s off to actually. I’m sure he’s mentioned it but I can’t remember. Which doesn’t say anything about my still having a fever, if it really was that bad, or my still being sick. I’m fine. And Cordelia went off on a ‘Yay, he’s no longer contagious’ shopping spree early in the morning. I’m not expecting her back for at the very least…somewhere in the evening.
Oh! I know, Lindsey’s probably gone to work. Since he told me he’s not been in much lately. That reminds me I’ve still not gotten a clear answer if he wants to join Cordy and mine new agency. Well, it can wait. What I did do was cease the moment and wobble my way over to the library. I have work to do, you know. And dear god, who knew getting dressed could be so exhausting?
But I made it here that on it’s own was a bloody miracle. Why is everything still spinning? in the library, where my computer is. I see I didn’t miss anything while…being confined to bed. I really must say, my sofa is looking extremely comfortable. Even with the brownies running around and FrouFrou eying me with rather evil looking eyes. That’s probably my imagination.
Anyway, I think I’ll take a nice nap on the sofa. According to my calculations I have a few hours before anyone gets back, then grab some of the books I need and back to bed. No one will be any the wiser. Sometimes I’m really much to clever. Right. Best get to work.
It's odly cold for California isn't it? |
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[May. 5th, 2006|11:07 pm] |
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( ...... ) |
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[May. 2nd, 2006|04:02 pm] |
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So, Lindsey is going to cook this evening. Apparently we're going to be having a barbecue, outside, due to the lovely weather we're having. Cordy already took Alicia shopping to get the things before I even asked Lindsey if he wanted to. She must be very convinced of my persuasive skills.
Though, Lindsey eagerly said yes. Loudly.. and repeatedly. He must *really* be looking forward to it. ::smirk:: Serves him right for messing around with scrolls.
That reminds me...
Lindsey? We'll need to borrow your truck again to move Cordy's things to my place. I mean, our place now. I've finally figured out the spell to transfer Dennis, but we'll leave it up to him if he wants to move on or...well...move in. We've brownies, an insane ferret, so what's a ghost more or less.
I was just wondering if perhaps we should should invite Kennedy and Willow as well, with the...mini versions of Faith and Angel. Lord only knows how long they'll stay mini, it might be fun to spend some time with children their own age. Okay, Alicia is their age, slightly younger perhaps. Marilee will probably not leave mine or Cordy's side anyway.
So Kennedy? Willow? If you feel like joining us? We've a shaded patch of garden for Angel's sun...uhm...allergy. Anyway, let us know, there's room enough for all of us. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2006|12:45 am] |
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//Lindsey only//
McDonald? It's time you and I have a word about a certain scroll?
Get over here, on the double. Now, if you please.
Thank you.
::Innocent smile::
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[Apr. 10th, 2006|01:03 pm] |
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//Cordelia only...and well, Lindsey too//
I had that talk with Lindsey and... Everything's fine. Can you believe that? I was sure he was going to...I don't know, laugh at best. Which he did. Git
But everything is fine now.
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What in the bloody blazes is going on here? Why are there two children roaming around calling themselves Angel and Faith?
Fred? Any idea?
Please tell me it's not what I think it is.
Good lord, I should probably get out the books. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2006|05:26 pm] |
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//Cordelia only//
Uhm, I think Lindsey is getting a bit... Shall we say 'frustrated'? I keep having to turn him down when he wants uhm... You know. Because I've not told him about my problem yet, obviously. I mean, that's not something you just throw out in a conversation.
Anya told me Lilah had already tattled my little secret out to him, but I'm not so sure. Why would he be so frustrated if he knew?
I-I don't know what to tell him. But we do need to talk, him and I. Don't you think? God, what do I say?
Damn, why can't things be simple for once? Wouldn't that be grand.
::Sigh::
Anyway, let's not talk about this, errr, here. Some people can apparently just hack in these things and this matter isn't something I want out in the-the ah...open.
//Unlock//
Lindsey? Will you be coming by this evening? I need to run by Giles to talk about some text he's gotten his hands on. Which looks very promising about...something. Cordelia is home though, talking with girls about interior decorating.
Apparently, I have no say in the matter at all. If you would so kind as to help me convince them that 'pastel' is fine for their bedrooms, it's not for the rest of the house. Please.
That reminds me. I need to ask Xander about how to go about building an outside playpen for FrouFrou. |
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