Disclaimer: . Look at the last two chapters for the love of Mike!
Author's Note: Hey! Look! 'Tis the third chapter I promised! *rubs hands together evilly* Hehehe. Next chapter is going to be REALLY demonic.
True Blue: *sweatdrops* And why do I feel like you're sentencing me to death?
Fira: *"innocently"* Oh. No reason..
True: .-.-; Son of an aut. Head for the hills, she's insane!
Fira: *growls* Shut up would you?! Now on with the fic! And revieeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww!!!! Please? *puppy dog eyes*
True Blue: *pretends to gag in the back ground*
June 21, 3224 A.W.
Don't want to get up! Too damn tired. It's only one in the afternoon. Was up too late writing in this damn thing. Wonder if Sal thinks I torched it? Oh well, I don't care. Too TIRED!!! G'night.
SLEEP IS GOOD.
June 22, 3224 A.W.
I just was reading over a couple of my past entries and I realized that I probably created some gender confusion when it comes to Fang. You see, he really isn't a he, and she really isn't a she, he's both. I don't know what the word for it is though, but she's both male and female. Mood swings and hormones from both sides. Could explain why she's such a pain in the neck and why he's so nosy all the time. He was one of the ones that got dropped on the streets by her parents. I'm sure you can guess why. If Fang were to find out that I was writing about her she'd automatically want to know what I'm writing. He's flirtatious as all hell, towards both guys and girls. Sense he's both, she figures that she's got free reign so to speak. That and since she doesn't want to be forced to choose between two different parts of herself, she is who he is. Confusing, ne? Interesting thing for me to be thinking about the day before my birthday, huh? I need sleep, so I'm cutting this one short. 'Night.
Author's Note: Hey! Look! 'Tis the third chapter I promised! *rubs hands together evilly* Hehehe. Next chapter is going to be REALLY demonic.
True Blue: *sweatdrops* And why do I feel like you're sentencing me to death?
Fira: *"innocently"* Oh. No reason..
True: .-.-; Son of an aut. Head for the hills, she's insane!
Fira: *growls* Shut up would you?! Now on with the fic! And revieeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww!!!! Please? *puppy dog eyes*
True Blue: *pretends to gag in the back ground*
June 21, 3224 A.W.
Don't want to get up! Too damn tired. It's only one in the afternoon. Was up too late writing in this damn thing. Wonder if Sal thinks I torched it? Oh well, I don't care. Too TIRED!!! G'night.
SLEEP IS GOOD.
June 22, 3224 A.W.
I just was reading over a couple of my past entries and I realized that I probably created some gender confusion when it comes to Fang. You see, he really isn't a he, and she really isn't a she, he's both. I don't know what the word for it is though, but she's both male and female. Mood swings and hormones from both sides. Could explain why she's such a pain in the neck and why he's so nosy all the time. He was one of the ones that got dropped on the streets by her parents. I'm sure you can guess why. If Fang were to find out that I was writing about her she'd automatically want to know what I'm writing. He's flirtatious as all hell, towards both guys and girls. Sense he's both, she figures that she's got free reign so to speak. That and since she doesn't want to be forced to choose between two different parts of herself, she is who he is. Confusing, ne? Interesting thing for me to be thinking about the day before my birthday, huh? I need sleep, so I'm cutting this one short. 'Night.
