BladeDancer666

Hey, boys and girls. So I've finally managed to drag myself out of bed and for anyone who's been wondering what's going on with me, I'll tell you this: Jericho is gone. It's been two and a half weeks and it still kills me to say it. Game over, just like that. I'm still kinda numb. There's an empitness that's settled in my gut, but I feel better cuz he's not suffering anymore. For anyone wondering, it ended quickly for Jericho. He just shot himself in the head. Ain't life great?

So today sucked. Possibly the worst day ever. Started off normalish. Had breakfast and whatnot. Backed the car into an old lady's motor scooter. Then I went with Jericho to the hospital. He's been having trouble sleeping and needed a refill on his anti insomnia meds. So we go in for a normal check-up. That was all it was meant to be. 7 hours later I found out something that makes my heart stop even though I'm not 100% sure what it means. Jericho has been diagnosed with Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. What's this you ask? I'm not sure entirely, and Jericho won't tell me, nor will he let me look it up. I'm scared, people. Jericho's all I got and

So i got in a fight today. it was fantastic. gotta love people sometimes. noses bled, arms were broken, a few ribs were cracked, and somewhere in the assault a tibia was fractured. cops were called. handcuffs were placed. lynn was bailed out and b**** was hospitalized. oh and Jericho is pissed. lmao lovely right? it was a great day. i am ready for round 2 :) btw does anyone know what the hell a tibia is?????