...I promised I'd show up and I will. I won't break a promise to him, not while he's marked. I don't DO that.

I still want to fuck Mikey. Want it BAD. *sighs* Knifepoint boy with beautiful half-dead eyes and those hands, GODS, those hands are fire and steel and everything painfully wonderfully good. I want. *poutpoutpout* I am not a patient Jax.

Anyway.

And stuff, as the boys at the ZooHouse say. I am now going to refer to it as the ZooHouse - a wolf, a dragon, a cat, a... err... what the hell is he? ...and a satyr. ZooHouse. I like it there, it's comfortable and all guy-ish. I like things that are guy-ish.

I have no idea if any of the guys in question will ever read this. *snickers* Don't care... this is my journal, public and open, and I intend to keep it that way. It's nice, not having any shame. *snickers again*

I... dealt... sort of... with some things regarding Angel, last night. Which is most of why I am typing this up at Grr's, not at home... didn't go home for long, I was NOT in the mindset that would let me stay there alone and safely. It really really woudn't have been good. So I ended up hanging out for a few hours at the ZooHouse - they started cleaning and I fled in panic to Grr's. *shudders*

Arrasto is online. I need to call Nick... I keep saying that, I keep saying that, why the hell am I so SCARED to call him? What is up with this? And I miss my Caleb and my Kadin... and Alex... *sighs softly* ...boys. My boys.

Oh. For the record. Iri quna-ent, la heyta'az, la pto'vez, sa tequeo, ar? *grins*