Doors

So, what's a girl gotta do to find a decent sports bar around here? One that caters to MMA or boxing? Not that fake crap.

[With a bold and heavy hand.]

Sup, bitches?

Hey guy who has been to Alaska who has never had a casserole -

Still want to try one? I actually finished my contracts and am off work this weekend. I was thinking of making up some green bean casserole and possibly a hash brown casserole as well.

[Texts to Noah B., three consecutively.]

As part of an attempt to keep Arthur from making me either insane or insane and gay, I am going to get drunk at home and text you all the essential knowledge of guy geekdom. Star Wars facts and quotes, mostly.

[Public.]

Resumes are so much easier when you're drunk and lying.

Distract me. Books have endings. You can read to the back, and you can see what happens on the last page. You can cheat fate, close the cover and refuse to accept the ending. For those of us with things in our heads that haven't ended, what now? Do they never end?

[Immediately following this.]

Ring!

(Kit's handwriting is small, a good mixture of cursive and print. It's relatively nice and mostly legible.)

I wonder - who's out there? Whose words are those that appear, as if by magic, in the pages of this strange, old journal? I feel like Harry Potter, reading Tom Riddle's diary. I only hope that this thing isn't a horcrux. I don't have the patience to stamp out pieces of someone's soul.