i'm addicted to the city lights

003 // was it too much...

2006-11-05T20:16:34Z

I've felt...so sick, lately. Maybe it's some strange ingrained homesickness I wasn't aware of. But why the hell would I be missing Abydos, I wonder. There's certainly nothing there for me anymore.

On another note, I should really stop feeling sorry for myself and start looking again for a job. I think I'll talk to the bartender at Obscuro and see if they need any extra help, since that's really the only thing I'm good for here.

I did, however, meet a pretty interesting guy before I got sick. Katou, I'm pretty sure his name was. He and I seem to have a ... call it -similar- history.

He's fun. Katou, if you can see this, we should hang out sometime soon.

...alright, up I get. I need to accomplish -something- today.

002 // tell myself that hallmark cards are true

2006-10-26T00:36:38Z

I seriously woke up this morning...with one of the worst headaches. I think one bottle of scotch is a bit much even for two people to consume all on their own.

...of course I didn't exactly wake up alone. Not that I didn't enjoy myself, on the contrary I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but...I have to wonder what posessed me. I was acting so weird all yesterday. I'm never...like that, really.

I gotta stop thinking about it. Like, now. Everything can, will, must work out. They don't have the opportunity not to.

I'm very obviously fired since I didn't show up to work and boss has probably assumed me dead...so I am in need of serious jobbage. So if anyone out there knows anyone in need of a ~~bodyguard~~ ~~assassin~~ flair bartender, send them in my direction?

[OOC: All my little strikeouts are very easily hacked, just...throwing that out there. ^^]

001 // I made it through with spontaneity...

2006-10-23T00:17:55Z

...I don't...know where I am. I don't...know what this thing is. It seems to be a miniature computer, which suits me fine, but otherwise I'm just winging it and hoping I don't break it.

I've found a bunch of other journals like this...other people who have no idea where they are and seem to be...here? But where is here? I'm so ~~irritated~~ ~~scared~~ confused!

I sold off a few things I had on me -- jewelry I didn't even know why I wore it -- to get a place to stay. Honestly my fingers feel naked without rings, but it was that or survival and I'll take survival anyday.

I found a place to stay, Lit de Bronze. It's fairly crappy, I gotta say, but it's shelter and it'll do. I suppose the next item on the agenda is to figure out where the hell I am. And how to get back to Abydos. I have a likely distressed boss to take care of.

...well. I have a boss to take care of if I still have a job when I get back.

Oh. You people have no idea who I am -- and I know you can see this, because I can see yours. So I guess...hi. I'm Layla. Layla Bradford. Welcome to the documentation of my personal (and hopefully temporary) hell.

xmorte_bellax @ 2006-10-22T19:44:00

2006-10-22T23:45:05Z

This is only a test.