Is it just me, or Saber and Gil are sneaking glances at each other over the dinner table a lot nowadays? It's so quiet too. I can't believe these two: they used to make with the light bickering and the poking and the teasing, but ever since after Valentine's, things have just been ruddy weird. I'm not gonna state the obvious, for my sanity's sake. Geez.

It's kinda boring around the city too. My job at the fish market's the noisiest usually, with all the ships and the yelling fishmongers and the screeching seagulls. Walking around doesn't help my boredom. Seriously, my little escape from reality's the pub, but I can't even hang out there all day when I'm so busy.

Ah. Might as well go to work at the grocery store. At least it's doing something. I'm out.

((ooc: Irish bad talk commencing~))

I know when I'm an ignorant arse that should be "copping on" as my pops used to tell me, but I haven't a clue how to handle living happily in a city full of nosy, suspicious, music-hatin' peelers anymore! So here I was walking home from a boxing match last night(I lost two matches and won one, bloody hell...), and I was coming home to a nice pleasant dinner with Saber and Blondie. Then suddenly, Shades comes up to me on the sidewalk, all brass and buttons, flashes the badge at me, and starts harassin' me on the bloody spot for a CD! THE HELL!? Do I look like a ruddy gobshite to pull off a stunt like smuggling music?! With my little tweed jacket and leather pants?!?!?!?!?! Did he think I'd waltz around in the middle of the night humming a tune to meself as a CD smuggler?!?!?! I'm so ruddy pissed! I swear to the Lord that Shades was trying to feel me up doing a search on me!!! He even yelled at me, called me all sorts of names like he was some hotshot! He should be glad he got away with just a bloody nose! SHEESH!

I don't know! Did the guy know me from last week's Valentine's? 'Cause that don't make any sense to me! I'm a lover of women, not music! ...Well, I enjoy the occasional jig but...anyway!

Valentine's Day came and went, and I'm hiding from Saber right now. I hope the lassies liked my gift that night~! (^_^)v

It's been a while since I updated, but guess what? I live in Saber's dojo now! Hehe. I can't say how glad am I to move out of the apartment, meet new people, and say goodbye to my scary beyond reason bonnie landlady, who still sends me letters saying that I haven't paid all of my dues yet, or that I ran away without thinking to write to her at all.

Well! If that's true, then how the hell did all her letters manage to come to Saber's mailbox if she didn't know where the hell I went? Ruddy crazy old woman, I tell ya...

Anyway, it's kinda nice being here in the city now. There's some things I can't let go and some things I have to forget about, but making new memories is pretty important too, know what I'm saying? And meeting Saber just might be the best thing that ever happened to me considering. Compliments to lasses is good, but telling Saber thanks a thousand times just isn't enough to show her how much I love her, right now and forever~ <3

On that note, my crazy stunt for Valentine's Day sure put Saber in a baaaaaaad mood! Seriously, I meant it when I targeted the lasses of the city, but I was just kidding about the party! XD

That guy Gilgamesh seems to have found it funny, though. Heh...I saw him laughing his stupid bloody ass off when I ran out of the dojo last night, Saber coming after me with an actual wakizu--that Japanese small sword women can use for fightin'. Well, I'm glad to know who my rival at love is. Bloody rich bastard who stuck himself in his room for months without letting Saber know what he was doing. Huh. I really thought he was planning on building a house.((strike is unreadable))

Eh, I dunno what they're doing right now, but it looks like Saber and his Meager Majesty are being busy at the moment with something, so no wonder Saber's not coming after me anymore. XD

Maybe I'll sneak back into the dojo after she's calmed down some. ^^; Sorry for the trouble, Saber, but I don't think any of the women that night took the party idea that seriously! ...It's actually kinda depressing thinking about that.

It's dusk and the sun's setting down from where I'm sitting typing this. Ireland never looked so far away when I was alone here...

Mm...time for a smoke.

((ooc: Takes place before the tour with Saber so no conflict.))

...I saw this on the meat shop's front door this morning. Taped on the door above the welcome sign, like it's a kid's idea of a sick joke early in the day. It better be a kid that did this...I go easy on kids.

I also don't have any idea what's going on in this city anymore. The explosion that rocked the police station the other day is further proof that this country's gone to the dogs asdfsdfsdasf dammit!!!!!. Can't get a damn moment of peace around here no more, and I've been here for almost half a month only. The only thing keeping me here is Saber, plus a couple other women I shouldn't mention since they're either married or underage, whoa!

But I ain't that shallow. I got other important reasons to stick myself in Rizumikaru other than romantic conquests. Besides, don't you think I would've left Japan for America by now? Well, I ain't about to rattle on a tangent here. I'll just give myself a headache thinking that deep into the proverbial woes of my short ruddy life.

Gonna head out and smoke one or two. Or five.

Well, I was an hour ago. My landlady doesn't want me going out, thinking I'll pull a Houdini on her and vanish. Now why would she think that...???

Anyway, it's been a good long four months since I came here to Japan, and it's not half bad. Um...the folks are pretty rowdy here. I know rowdy back home when I wrestled and played with the boys as a kid, but you people sure have weird customs. Like...what's with the music ban??? Did this country decide that music was evil or something??? Because that's just weird...voodoo weird...

((ooc: What an ignorant ass... XD))

But I think I'm really starting to like it here! The trip from home was worth it, even though I got lost several times a few times wandering around the city. And as it turns out, it's harder to make a living here than in good old Ireland. Damn...I can't raise a chicken farm here, can I? Not unless I want to move out of the city and into the countryside--wait, no thanks! Well, suffice it to say, I have four jobs: at a grocery store, at the fishmarket, at a Russian restaurant, and at a nightclub. Er, I have another one, but it's not even something I put that much enthusiasm into: boxing. I get paid for 3 rounds, but it's not much of a pay considering that it's the lowest pay I could get out of all my part-times. I don't think I need another job, but I better stop getting my feathers ruffled everytime my landlady challenges me to a poker match every Friday night. Ugh! I barely scrape by enough as it is without gambling my God's honest money away, and she won't even take that as payment for rent!

Cutting this entry, I'm going out again. I don't care what my landlady says! What's she rambling on about bulldog stampedes out on the street anyway???