InsaneJournal

Current mood:

predatory

Locked to those who attended Dru’s Birthday Party and Jayde

First off, this is not an apology for anything. I’m not sorry for anything you saw me do or say Thursday night. Each of you should know by now, even you Io (which you shall now be called because it is shorter than Crayon/Starr/Inanimate Object), that I never do anything just for the hell of it. I had a point to prove and while the entire thing didn’t get across, one message did. The next time the word slut is directed at me I won’t fire the metaphorical warning shot. There will only be one, straight to your brain, and I’ll laugh while I watch chunks drip down the wall afterwards. This goes for each of you, even the ones who wouldn’t dare think it, let alone say it.

Dez, before you say anything, I never exactly lied to you. I never said I didn’t have a boyfriend but I was manipulative enough to make you fill in your own blanks with me being single. Now you know why. It doesn’t even matter anymore since Dom’s already declared it dead and over. The favor I asked of you a week ago still stands as asked, let me know one way or the other.

Dex, I know he’s staying with you. Make sure he gets to the studio on time Monday. You can come pick up his stuff whenever since I know he’ll send you to prevent Dru and the Pixie from having to scrub blood off of the walls to be able to live here.

Jayde, I let you think for months that Dru was the one leaving those marks all over the place and I probably shouldn’t have. Then Dez stepped back into the picture so the blanks were a little easier to help you fill in on your own. I never felt the need to correct you, though I probably should have.

All of you know why there were so many secrets now and we can thank Dom’s mouth for that one. He always was horrible with secrets; I know everything any of you have ever said to him in confidence. Don’t worry, I’m the one who never speaks any of it. Dru was the only one of you who knew and don’t be mad at him for not spilling it all sooner, he’s smart enough to keep his mouth shut. If any of you decide to stop speaking to us, or move out in Io’s case, I suppose I could understand. What I will not put up worth is this leaking to anyone else. Only you know and believe me, if it leaks I will find out where from. Better hope you’ve had recent enough dental work done for them to be able to identify your remains when I’m finished. Those of you who still want to hang around in the corners, good to know you’re there.

That being said...who’s in and who’s out? I wait for no one, so make your decisions and let’s hear them.

And Dom…I would have thought there would be more to say to you, but there’s not. You’re as bad as the rest of them, trying to fit me into some square little box and wanting me to be who I’m not. Thanks for that. When you can’t even count on blood, what can you fucking count on? Though I suppose you’d tell me to go look in the mirror when I say that. I won’t see you before you leave and we both know that so I wish you the best of luck on the show. When you’ve won you still have a place to come home to. That’s the only thing I said I didn’t mean. Don’t ever fucking come back, ignore that part. I know you won’t have any reason to worry about me now so I’ll call Fratboy in the morning and tell him his babysitting services are no longer needed. See you on the other side. I hope.