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  <updated>2005-08-26T20:01:29Z</updated>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-08-26T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T20:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T20:01:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Beth" - KISS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Momma said there'd be days like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; got a little cranky with me.  I mean, it was an innocent thing.  Honest injun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like whatserface from &lt;i&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/i&gt;.  It's not like I'm ever gonna &lt;i&gt;meet&lt;/i&gt; her.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little innocent crush thing.  She's probably nothing like her character on the show anyway, and I'm &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; happy with my wife, who I love more than I love my limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do something t' make it up to her.  Flowers.  Candy.  Flowers &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ported out in a snit, sayin' that she'd just go work it out herself at work, and come back when she wasn't upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-07-22T07:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T11:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T11:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wilkins_forever"&gt;That&lt;/a&gt; can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought he was &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I gotta make some calls.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-07-10T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-10T16:20:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-10T16:20:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dunno exactly what's blowin' up Astra's skirt these days, but, &lt;i&gt;brr&lt;/i&gt;, the temperature's seemed to be down whenever I've been a few feet from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll tell me, sooner or later.  That's my girl.  Just gotta remember to stay outta her way while she's pissed, and not bug her 'bout it till she's ready t' talk.  That's all.  Easy-peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't seen much of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/resurrected_b"&gt;The Slayer&lt;/a&gt; or her crew lately, either, come t' think of it.  It's been, like months since I feel like I seen anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I ain't the info resource I been?  I'd hate t' think somebody out there's cornered my market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's the guy that runs the Fish Tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that guy.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-05-06T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T22:19:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T22:19:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;i&gt;dumb&lt;/i&gt; thing to get in a fight about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; and me, we watch &lt;i&gt;Survivor&lt;/i&gt; every week.  It's a little addiction.  I mean, yeah, I might run a little betting pool on the side...but whatever.  You pick up a little extra coin where you can, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday night, we had a little viewing party in the bar, and I ended up having to pay out a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of money when Gregg went down.  The guy was my pick, so I was offering 2-1 odds on him, paying out double if he got pegged.  I thought he had it in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I payed out at the end of the night, and it kind of emptied the till, and Astra and me got into it over how silly it was to run my betting thing when it was gonna cost us the night's whole receipts.  I mean, that happens, y'know?  Gotta take a little risk every now and then.  I mean, big money people don't make a giant pile of cash without a little risk.  Donald Trump didn't get to have his own TV show by playing it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been keeping on the couch for the last two days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willytsnitch:53991</id>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-03-21T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T00:25:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T00:25:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; got called to some big meeting in Arashm-whozits...Business thing.  I get that.  Just bites that I can't go with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, I'm needed here in the bar, but I don't like my lady goin' off without me.  It's not a jealousy thing, it's a self-preservation thing.  Usually, when she's away, I wind up in some kinda trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunnydale's that way, though.  It's like a guy I know who was in the army used to tell me:  Just because something's pretty, doesn't mean it ain't dangerous.  Well, Sunnydale's not exactly pretty...so, maybe that metaphor ain't really any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just stick to the stuff I know, like pourin' drinks.  It's probably better for my health in the long run.  Gotta remember t' Tivo &lt;i&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/i&gt; for Astra, so we can watch it when she gets back.  I got money ridin' on Amber and Boston Rob...</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-02-13T07:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-13T12:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-13T12:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, man.  I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; havin' to wear a cast around.  It's &lt;i&gt;murder&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not murder, precisely...but it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a gigantic pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tougher than hell to sneak out of bed without wakin' &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;the wife&lt;/a&gt;, so I could head down into the bar, and start work on part of her Valentine's surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope she likes &lt;a href="http://www.kidsdomain.com/holiday/xmas/food/rockyroadfudge.html"&gt;the recipie&lt;/a&gt;, and I don't screw it up, tryin' to cook it with only one good hand...</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-01-24T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T00:38:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T00:38:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I been bummed all day, and nobody seems to get why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/23/carson.obit/"&gt;Johnny Carson passed away.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up watchin' Johnny.  And he's not here anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2005-01-17T08:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T13:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T13:10:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go down into the restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to work with my jaw swollen practically shut, and a broken arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; caught me when I fell in through the back door of the restaurant, all beat up.  My own fault, really...goin' out at night without any protection.  But who knew I'd get beat down by some vamps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it was a message...that my "Demon" and me needed to relocate, because Sunnydale was gonna be &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; inhospitiable to "her kind" soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody talks about my wife like that, like she's somethin'...less than a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried t' play hero.  I can't move my jaw, an' the big one broke my arm in at least two places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astra got me to the hospital, thank God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my girl...or thank D'Hoffryn...whichever.  Hard to think real clear with all the painkillers.  Thank you, Demerol.</content>
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    <title>*In the Bar and Grille*</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T20:26:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T20:26:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Light music plays on the in-restaurant sound system.  Freddie Mercury is singing about wanting to break free, and Willy is polishing the bar.  The crowd in here is light, a human UPS driver on his lunch break arguing football good-naturedly with a blue-skinned demon with mouths in the palms of his hands.  Willy's nodding along with the discussion, about to offer something in support of the Jets going to the Super Bowl, when a new arrival makes his way into the bar...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-12-17T03:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T09:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T09:05:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Little Drummer Boy" - David Bowie and Bing Crosby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, I dunno 'bout anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole ritual, man...lights, the tree, the little snowman...ok, it's California, so the snowman's plastic, but the &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really miss snow at Christmastime.  Well, there was that &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; year, but that was a freak thing.  Like, celestial intervention or somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;My lady&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; tolerant of my jolly-Saint-Willy routine.  'Cause she loves me.  &lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;.  Man, sometimes, I think that the day I met her was the best day ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I know it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get her somethin' &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; this year.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-10-02T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T04:04:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T04:04:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I only say it 'cause I keep seein' all these new faces at the Bar and Grille.  New, &lt;i&gt;bumpy&lt;/i&gt; faces, that is.  Ain't seen Ev or Michael in ages.  No sign of most of the regular crowd, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a &lt;i&gt;ton&lt;/i&gt; o' new vamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I should get ahold o' &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_bigbad_"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt; through the ol' grapevine...he'd have heard if there was a new crew movin' in to town, right?</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-08-18T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T03:19:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T03:19:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Coolin' down up in our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pissed off, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; Korthrax thinks he is, or if it's mating season for his people, &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; if he's got those tusks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody&lt;/i&gt; grabs my wife's ass right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-08-02T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-02T05:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-02T05:13:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stock room's an ongoing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was SO much easier when it was just the bar.  Easier to keep track of things, easier to balance the books...sometimes, I think maybe I've gotten myself in over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; sits down, and puts her head on my shoulder, seein' me all tense, and it's like it all fades away instantly, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my self-doubt, all of it.  Gone.  Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's magic, my wife is.  I mean, yeah...demon.  Goes without saying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a different kind of magic.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-07-29T10:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T14:35:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-29T14:35:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She's home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;My Astra&lt;/a&gt; made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pry, neither.  I mean, I know she went to help one o' her friends, and it was safer for me not t' go, because, when I get involved in stuff like that, creepy spiritual necromancers come out of the woodwork and possess me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clem stayed at the Bar with me and played about a billion games of Crazy Eights and War and everything else we could think of to distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got &lt;i&gt;really good&lt;/i&gt; at Donkey Kong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the important thing.</content>
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    <title>Today will be our Independance Day!</title>
    <published>2004-07-04T22:06:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-04T22:06:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I might be a weaselly little coward, but there's another thing I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put up American flags all around the restaurant.  Anyone who brings in a little flag, or wears red, white and blue today gets a free Hellmouth Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;my lady&lt;/a&gt; got me &lt;i&gt;Mr. Smith Goes to Washington&lt;/i&gt; on DVD.  It's playin' on the bar tv ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this holiday.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-06-10T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T19:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T19:00:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Stray Cat Strut" - Stray Cats</lj:music>
    <content type="html">MAN, does it feel good to be back in the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the business with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/givemeyourlove"&gt;that fake Moloch&lt;/a&gt;, I had a TON of makin' up to do with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;my lady&lt;/a&gt;...but she didn't make me work TOO hard for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one o' the reasons I love her.  She's got the biggest heart of anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Re-opening was a pretty big success.  First drink free, that went over HUGE.  Gotta remember to thank &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/evalon"&gt;Ev&lt;/a&gt; for the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_bigbad_"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt; even showed.  Brought that &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/anya_j"&gt;friend of Astra's&lt;/a&gt; with him.  They seemed pretty tight, the two of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/randallcosmoe"&gt;Randall&lt;/a&gt; spent a good amount of the night in deep negotiations with Spike's date.  Something about bringing a shipment of artifacts up from Mexico for her, for a finder's fee.  Hope he knows what he's doing.  Acting as a go-between in magic goods can be tricky.  I still remember what it was like havin' that necromancer crawlin' around in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a really good night.  Although &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/st_germaine"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; kept starin' at Spike all night.  Hope there's no bad blood in the family toward Spike.  And if there is, I hope it's not anything I get caught in the middle of.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-05-30T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T00:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T00:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*huddling under a table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna die, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/evalon"&gt;Ev&lt;/a&gt;.  Not like this.  Not by someone I like's hand...</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-05-25T13:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T17:48:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T17:48:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">//firewalled to all but &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/givemeyourlove"&gt;Moloch.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/evalon"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; that?  I mean...I know...she's with that &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/st_germaine"&gt;Count&lt;/a&gt; guy...but, I thought she &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; you.  Love doesn't just...go away.  Love is FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows anything about loyalty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do, big guy?  I mean...the &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/resurrected_b"&gt;Slayer&lt;/a&gt; and her crew could come kickin' in here any time, and I don't need that...and they CAN'T take my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; from me...they CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't let 'em, would you?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-05-07T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-07T18:21:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-07T18:21:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know, I should be concentratin' on the new place.  Got a million things aren't done yet.  Already haveta replace one o' the cooks.  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; saw him eatin'...she was SERIOUSLY grossed out.  My fault, I guess, for hirin' a Sectral demon.  Insect heads, and insect digestion.  He had his lunch...it was a cast-iron skillet he puked on, dissolved with his acid bile, and lapped up outta a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'course, we can't have that, and he didn't wanna take a demotion to dishwasher, so his eatin' habits don't freak out payin' folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said he'd think about hirin' some lawyer to sue us for anti-demon discrimination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/givemeyourlove"&gt;Moloch&lt;/a&gt; about it, for advice.  He said not to worry...it was probably a friv...friv...probably nobody would touch the suit.  Thank God.  Don't need someone takin' away all my ready cash before we even OPEN, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad he's around.  Seems like he's the only one I can turn to sometimes, y'know?</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-05-01T04:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-01T08:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-01T18:44:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Runnin' around like a chicken missin' it's head, tryin' to get everything ready for the grand re-openin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rarebookdealer"&gt;This Italian guy&lt;/a&gt; offered some substantive investment capital if I feed him some info about one o' the locals...but since it's &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_bigbad_"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;, I feel all guilty...but &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/givemeyourlove"&gt;Moloch&lt;/a&gt; says I shouldn't go to Buffy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd just smack me around for even THINKIN' about it...and Spike c'n take care of himself, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should get t' bed...&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; is plannin' on bein' up at 7 to run the cooks and waiters through their paces for the opening...make sure they know what they're doin'.  Without her, I wouldn't be able ta pull none o' this off.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-04-19T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T17:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T17:03:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Uncle Tom's Cabin" - Warrant</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know I'm supposed t' be sitting here looking over the fabric patterns for the restaurant's carpeting.  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/astraeia"&gt;Astra&lt;/a&gt; wanted me to make a decision by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/givemeyourlove"&gt;Moloch&lt;/a&gt; came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure he was gone for good.  When the wish brought us all over here, I thought that was the last we were gonna see of the big guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Still don't understand why it didn't bring him over to begin with...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe him my life twice over.  If it wasn't for him, I'd have been a pile o' ashes, after gettin' tortured to death.  Hell, I probably owulda got handed over to those spooky floatin' guys, and had my heart pulled out and turned into beef jerky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to have my friends all back in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Joan and Yuffie were still here...</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-04-07T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T02:20:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T02:20:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Talked to Golgoth, a Quair-lan demon I know that deals in electronics.  He used to manage a Radio Shack in Tarzana.  He said he'd heard that &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_randallcosmoe' lj:user='randallcosmoe' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://randallcosmoe.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://randallcosmoe.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;randallcosmoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was back around, and was lookin' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried emailing him, letting him know where me an' &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_astraeia' lj:user='astraeia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://astraeia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://astraeia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;astraeia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are stayin' till the bar's finished with the rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he ain't got too many bad folks pissed at him, whyever he vanished.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-04-06T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T17:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T17:52:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">REALLY startin' to hate the cops around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't fill out a missing person's report until we know he's been gone at least 24 hours.  And Mr. Cosmoe's info doesn't even appear in the computers.  Are you SURE you know him, Willy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE I'm sure.  I went on a cross-country trip with him...he stood up for me at my WEDDING, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a private eye.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-04-03T18:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-03T23:21:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-03T23:21:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Went by &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_randallcosmoe' lj:user='randallcosmoe' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://randallcosmoe.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://randallcosmoe.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;randallcosmoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s place, to talk over the suggestions he made on the menu for the new Willy's Bar and Grille, re-opening for business on May 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't there.  Didn't see his car, or hear any music playing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ALWAYS leaves the tunes running for his monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta poke around, see if anyone I know's seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_astraeia' lj:user='astraeia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://astraeia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://astraeia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;astraeia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s worried too.  Randall's been a BIG help to the both of us.  He's like family.</content>
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    <title>willytsnitch @ 2004-02-29T06:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T11:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T11:55:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"When A Man Loves A Woman" - Percy Sledge</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Plennnty dfrunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Astra.  Your my light, and my liife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy annivsrery, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave that there.  I'm not so good a typist when I'm off my face on Cristal.  I think it was Cristal.  I've never been much for champagne.  Give me a good Pignot and a plate piled high with pasta, that's more my speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Astra had dinner at Grant's place.  They left us the dining room, and the big room with the fireplace.  It was...like a little slice of heaven touched down right here on earth, ya know?  But, I've always thought that about Astra, every time I've looked in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a teardrop pendant.  Silver, with an amethyst set in it, for the month we got together.  Just a little somethin', you know...to show her how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best thing that ever came across my path.  Because of her, I look forward to each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my always, and I'm one lucky schmuck.</content>
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