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Lindsey McDonald
And you thought the last apocalypse was gonna be bad...
Never thought I'd live to see the day the Red Sox won a World Series.
Oh wait, I didn't.
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What did I say about an apocalypse? Hmmm?

I didn't have anything to do with it, but I heard the Partners got a call from a sports franchise in Boston earlier this week. That's all I'm saying.

Been pretty boring around the hotel lately. They caught some invisible critter but haven't quite figured out what to do with it yet. I'm sure we could come up with a few ways to make it talk, if it came right down to it.

Current Mood: amused amused
Current Music: post-game show

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Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Actually, wait, no they haven't. I am, in fact, still dead. Still murdered. Still here though. Not that it makes much difference. Hell on earth, hell in suburbia, hell in hell itself, it all ends up being the same.

I guess there's only so many times you can say "I'm a dead lawyer and I'm pissed off" before you even start boring yourself.

Weird shit been going on around the hotel lately. Things disappearing and the little ghost keeps professing innocence. Not that that's really that unusual considering the place houses a vampire, a dead chick, a ghost, the vampire's son, a witch, and a...whatever the hell Illyria gets classified as. Plus you've got Turner and his pregnant mistress and Ms. Jameson running around. Not to mention your friendly neighborhood evil dead lawyer. I really should be over being surprised by strange occurrences.

It's kind of funny. It's been pretty dull around the hotel except for the amazing disappearing inanimate objects. Too quiet. Someone ought to do something about that.

Current Mood: apathetic apathetic
Current Music: Billy Joel - My Life

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It's a little more difficult to find nice flowers at this hour than I would have thought and they still don't carry "I'm a bad dead boyfriend" cards anywhere.

How do I get myself into these things?

These'll have to do. And I got chocolate. Chocolate's always good, right?
And I got booze for me. Gonna need it.

Don't see why I should have to buy my way back into her affections. I'm not the one that slept with Angel!

I'm a bastard and I shouldn't be taking my issues out on her. She doesn't deserve that. I know better.
I'm much better off taking it out on the green man. He does deserve it. Besides, I'm not sleeping with him.

Here goes nothing. I'm a lawyer, I can be convincing when I need to be, right?

Current Mood: horny horny

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Sent something to Jailbait to apologize for being a bastard.
They don't make cards that say "I'm a bad, dead, evil lawyer." You'd think in LA there'd be a market for that sort of thing.

Haven't so much apologized yet to Eve. Somehow begging for forgiveness in online journal didn't seem to cut it.
They don't make "I'm a bad dead boyfriend" cards either. Really people, this is LA. You have any idea just how many dead boyfriends there are running around this city at any given time?

Really ought to go see her. Bring her something. Much as I hate admitting to being wrong, it really wasn't her fault.
Or so she says...

I'm gonna have to go back in to the Hyperion one of these days too. Won't that be a riot. I'll get to run into the bastard that slept with my girlfriend, the demon he hired to kill me, evil incarnate in a suit and his pregnant mistress...somehow I think I'll avoid the place a little while longer. Not like I've got any pressing business over there. Not right now, anyway.

Current Mood: cynical cynical

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I need to make some apologies.

Shouldn't have been so rude to Jailbait. Not her fault her sister's got terrible taste in vampires and that the vampire in question is a bastard who slept with my girlfriend. And she didn't have a damn thing to do with Turner and his myriad issues. Didn't mean to snap at her in any case. She doesn't deserve shit from me.

And much as it pains me to admit it, I gotta apologize to Eve.
Maybe she should have told me before and maybe she shouldn't have.
Doesn't matter now, in any case.
Doesn't give me the right to be a complete jackass.
Well, maybe it does. But she doesn't think so.
Not that I haven't got my reasons.
Damn good reasons, too.
One mistake doesn't ruin everything.
Not even a mistake as hurtful as that one.
It won't ruin everything.
Unless I decide to let it.

So, baby, I'm sorry.
Wasn't your fault.
And who the hell am I to be judging anyone, least of all you?
Forgive me?

Current Mood: guilty guilty

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Good job Linds.
Way to piss off the one person left in the world who didn't want you dead.

What am I supposed to do?
Laugh it off?
Tell her it's all gonna be ok?
Tell her it doesn't matter?
It DOES matter. It's not gonna be ok. It's fucked up, just like everything else.
I'm a dead man and she slept with the guy that had me killed and somehow it's not supposed to matter to me.

Can't deal with this. Not on top of everything else.

Just kill me again. Please.

Current Mood: depressed depressed

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Had a rough night last night. Was it last night? Not entirely sure what day it is right now.
Not like I'd have hurt the girl. Not my thing, never has been.

Nice thing about being dead, you can't drink yourself to death. Least I don't think you can. Doesn't mean I can't try. Good scotch.

Can't believe she slept with him. Just doesn't make sense. How could she do that?
Why didn't she tell me? She lied to me.

Why's he ruin every damn thing in my life? Everything.
Killed Holland. Cut off my hand. My girl.

I know I've done wrong. Doesn't mean I need it thrown back in my face all the time.
I tried to change. Got shot down.

What's the point?
They think I'm evil I might as well just go with it.
Probably hurt less that way.
Going to hell anyway, if they ever let me go.
Not like I can change things now, right?
Not gonna let me change. None of'em will.

Current Mood: crushed crushed
Current Music: Johnny Cash - Hurt

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So I escorted Jailbait to a club last night. Kid can dance. Kid can really dance. Probably too well.
Had a pretty good time and managed to keep the riff-raff away from her most of the time.

We're heading to the Hyperion now. Figure I ought to prove I haven't harmed a single shiny hair on her pretty little head. Better to go to them than have'em jump me in an alley somewhere, right? Maybe not, but still. A show of good faith can't hurt too much. What are they gonna do, kill me?
Besides, gives me a chance to gloat about that car I bought and I always enjoy that.

Not sure what else Jailbait's got planned for me though. We'll have to see. She keeps begging me to sing. It's a little weird, but a hell of a lot better than when she was obsessing about my abs or my belt buckle. And it's a nice ego boost, so I'm not about to complain too much.

You ready to head over to the hotel, Dawn?

Current Mood: determined determined

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So I've been showing Jailbait around the city the past couple of days. Seems that people are up in arms about it. Don't really appreciate that, though I can't say I'm surprised about it.

It's not like I've got a history of hurting women. Yes, I've got some questionable morals and yes, I worked for the single most evil law firm in this plane of existence, but there are lines I will not cross. Don't go trying to bring up any perceived mistreatment of one Lilah Morgan, either. Hellbitches are a category unto themselves.

Anyway, the kid wouldn't stop talking and mostly about my abs, so I figured something was up. Yes, teenage girls talk a lot and are obsessive, at least that's what I remember from growing up, but this was definitely not normal. Took her to a little shop I know of and got her a drink of something she's better not knowing the ingredients of. She was a hell of a lot more...pleasant...after I got her that drink. She's real funny about her hair. Pretty sure I'd lose a hand if I touched it or her conditioner.

Took her around LA some more, made sure to steer clear of the Hyperion. Not my favorite place to be at the best of times and I'd rather not have Angel have a goon shoot me again. Wonder how long it's gonna be before someone comes bursting through my door to beat on me or set me on fire. Thinking I might swing by the hotel tomorrow though, always fun to drive up in Angel's Stingray. Gotta make sure to avoid the green man though. And Turner. Always makes a day better to not see Turner. I just figure I can prove Jailbait's alive and well and hopefully have them not kill me.

Damn, you pick someone up from the airport and take'em to a hotel and all hell breaks loose. What's the saying? "No good deed goes unpunished?"

Current Mood: contemplative contemplative
Current Music: The Animals - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

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Answered the phone earlier today at the hotel. That was interesting. Went out to the airport a while ago to pick something up. Wonder just how many LAX employees are actually demons, but that's for another day. This should be an interesting weekend to say the least. We'll just have to see how it goes. At least I know I can't end up dead since I already got that covered. Of course they might find a way to kill me again but I'm sure the Partners won't be letting me out of this punishment that easy.

Current Mood: naughty naughty

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The cable seems to have gone out at the hotel.
Yet another reason not to be there, so I skipped out hours ago. Still managed to avoid the Green Man, so at least I've got that.

Seems like Angel found himself a new fling. Another woman from my past he's got his paws on. Wait, it's his ex had the paws, nevermind. Well, at least I think she's from my past. My head is all manner of screwed up when it comes to memories of recent years. Of course, the past doesn't matter right? It's all dead and buried, pardon the pun. At least I know he doesn't have anything going on with Eve. Think I'd have to kill him. or both of them. possibly.

Current Mood: apathetic apathetic

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I'm pretty sure I heard that the little blonde vampire girl betrayed Angel and company.
Funny how he didn't have her staked or beheaded or set on fire or anything. Real funny.
Not that I object to little blonde vampire girls or anything. Far from it.

It's just funny how someone can actually betray the guy and get away with it and someone else can help him out and get shot in the chest. It's a funny world I live in. Lived in.

I need to get out of here. Managed to avoid the green man today but who knows how long that'll last.
Maybe I ought to just stay away, see how the Partners like that. Of course they might start cutting out my heart on a nightly basis as punishment...

I need a drink. Lots of drinks.

Current Mood: annoyed annoyed

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There's something fundamentally wrong with a world where you find yourself facing down the demon that murdered you. Ok, so we haven't actually been face to face yet, but it's the same thing. Shouldn't have to deal with shit like this.

It's not enough he shot me, it's not enough I'm stuck here for eternity being punished by the Senior Partners, it's not enough I have Turner breathing down my neck ready to blow me up if I look at him crosseyed...no, I have to work with the last creature on this earth that I want to see.

And does he expect people to feel sorry for him? He shot me, not the other way around. Nobody forced his hand and there wasn't anyone standing there with a gun to his head. He was the only one with a gun in the room. Trust me on this, I was there. Following orders...hell kind of excuse is that? I trusted him, damn it. Least he feels guilty, unlike the demon that gave the damn orders.

He'd just best stay out of my way, that's all. I'm not about to go chasing after him or anything, but I can guarantee that nothing good will come of us crossing paths. Consider this fair warning.

It shouldn't have gone this way. None of this should have happened, damn it. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Least I still got one good thing in my world...
Wait, no, I got two. I still have Angel's Stingray. Nice ride.

Current Mood: distressed distressed

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Probably shouldn't be so damn amused that Lorne's being accused of some nasty murders over in Ireland, should I?

Of course, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to be given the opportunity to go to hell, so I figure I can be bastard all I want with no fear of divine retribution. My soul gets to go a specialized Wolfram & Hart hell no matter what, so I might as well try and enjoy myself.

So I figure I can laugh over things like this. About how a guy who really is a murderous son of a bitch is all offended people could think he'd have it in him to kill somebody.

Wonder if he gets a trial. I could be a star witness for the prosecution. Hell, I could be the prosecution.

Of course, even if he did do it, Angel will get him off. Because everyone else always gets a second chance with him, that's just how he works.

They damn well better not be bringing him back here when they clear his name. No way in hell am I suffering through working with the demon that shot me on top of everything else.

Current Mood: irritated irritated

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