urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner Andrea Conner, Private Investigator Andrea Conner, Private Investigator 2003-12-26T08:03:11Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner:1327 2003-12-26T08:03:11Z 2003-12-26T08:03:11Z "Creep" - Radiohead 's chris'mas.<br /><br />So what.<br /><br />Who needs it.<br /><br />What I need is whiskey.<br /><br />'m dry.<br /><br />an' lonely. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner:1053 2003-12-23T23:07:10Z 2003-12-23T23:07:10Z Christmas.<br /><br />Yippee.<br /><br />Not that I have anyone to buy presents FOR, except possibly my deadbeat ex-husband.<br /><br />Not that I have anyone I'll be getting presents FROM...<br /><br />So, I think I'll spend Christmas in my office, with a coffee mug and a bottle of rum, like last year.<br /><br />Hum-fucking-bug. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner:894 2003-11-18T23:49:05Z 2003-11-19T00:12:05Z I'm glad I still have a friend or two on the force. It isn't easy to sneak wooden stakes into the city morgue. Not anymore, anyway. Back in the days of Mayor Wilkins, it seemed like <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_giles_">any</a><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/freckled_witch">one</a> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/visiongal">who</a> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/zeppoxander">wanted</a> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slayer_b">to</a> could wander into the morgue whenever they wanted.<br /><br />Now, the security there's gotten tight. They frisked me twice, but they conveniently didn't look into my purse. Missed the holy water and stakes.<br /><br />I'll have to remember to put Murphy back on my Christmas card list.<br /><br />God knows, cards are going to be all I'll be able to afford giving out if I keep living like this. That last case...they defaulted, and wouldn't pay me when I told them that their daughter was dead. Said they didn't believe me.<br /><br />Look, I tried giving you closure, lady. You want to throw money at another detective, be my guest...they'll never find the dust.<br /><br />With <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/willytsnitch">Willy's Place</a> closed for repairs, I guess I'll hit O'Toole's. At least there I'll be able to get a few stiff drinks, and maybe some chicken wings to dilute the beer. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner:648 2003-11-18T06:27:31Z 2003-11-18T06:27:31Z "Bitch" - Meredith Brooks I really should've listened to my mother. Went into banking, instead of police work.<br /><br />I'm turning 40 soon, and what do I have to show for it? A life of creeping in bushes, photographing cheating husbands and wives, and skulking around trying not to get myself bit by all the goddamned vampires.<br /><br />But, I can't leave. They aren't going to win, dammit. <br /><br />They won't. I won't let them.<br /><br /><small>Why aren't I very drunk yet?</small> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:andrea_conner:467 2003-11-18T05:25:35Z 2003-11-18T05:25:35Z How? <br /><br />How do I tell Mrs. Gillespie that her only daughter, pretty little 15 year old Sandy, didn't really run away with her 25 year old boyfriend to get married? <br /><br />How do I tell her the guy she met on the internet was the ULTIMATE predator, and now Sandy's a pile of dust because the stupid little dead bitch came for me, shrieking about how she wanted to taste my blood?<br /><br />*sits down at her kitchen table, slipping off her boots, ignoring the new scar on her forearm, and the blood seeping from a shallow cut on her palm*<br /><br />*pours herself a shot of bourbon, ignores it and drinks directly from the bottle*<br /><br /><small>I hate this fucking town sometimes.</small>