Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]February 1, 818 AS
Sixth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

This is just frickin' perfect!

I swear if it ain't a family curse it must be somethin' even worser. 'Cus every time one of us Willows fellas' starts gettin' it on with another person, it ends up crashin' into a ditch, if ya' get my drift. It sure as hell has crashed into somethin' this time, I tell ya' that. Looks like this place is some sort of an underground cellar, whatever it is, scares the hell outta' me. And I ain't a guy who gets scared easily, ya'know, bein' a man of the Willows an' all, comes with the package.

The whole freakish scenario leads me to two conclusions though, either Chrissy is a torturin' maniac or she has a crazy fetish in the pain area. To be honest, I don't know which one I would prefer the most.

Oh, an' it gets even better. Apparently, durin' the whole "Chrissy-gone-crazy" shootin' the livin' daylights outta' my Guardian event, my own mother stepped in and decided it would be a fun idea to strip away the Orange Juice stash to save all the hassle. Now, I wouldn't give a - if it wasn't for the fact that I'm frickin' locked in a crazy woman's cellar.

Just like a ship: No juice, no go. Breakin' it down for ya'. It basically means, if I don't get that cardamin' anytime soon, I will be a goner.

By the way, where did that- OSHI- I can hear Chrissy comin' clos---