Yeah, I just am always going to suck at keeping a daily diary. I don’t know how Nathaniel does it, sitting out there day after day, scribbling his little heart out.
Of course I get it now: he’s gay as Christmas. Repressed little fuck had me going there for a while, didn’t he?
Emanuel is a werewolf. I think werewolves are dead sexy, but of course he’s shagging Anna. Oh well; a girl can dream.
Aoibheann can be a right bitch when she wants to be. Nearly bit my head off for asking a few questions. I’m a fucking bartender; I am meant to know the dish even if I don’t serve it up. Bunch of repressed, suspicious fucks in this place.
Nobody new to report on my watch. If Cristof really is a vampire, I bet that cherry shit he pours into his schnapps is totally blood. I wonder where he gets it from. I just don’t get the fascination with vampires, anyway. At least I haven’t met any sparkly twilight style Mormon vampires here.
This is day whateverthefuck of no actual talking dragons. I think they were taking the piss.
I sketched Aoibh.
Three Twisted Knots 
Awwww I guess Aoibh is lucky that you didn’t draw a mustache and little horns on with how you’re feeling. Man, she looks good with a goatee. http://i49.tinypic.com/35843s7.png