I'm bored out of mind here.

The monk and the monkey seem to be having a lovers' quarrel and Hakkai is still  on his journey of self discovery at HomeDepot. Which leaves this sexy god of a man alone! The town that we're in right now isn't worth the trek (did I mention that it's always fucking raining?) to the pub. The guys there play poker with bottle caps and the bartender mixes water into the liquor so that it'll last longer.

Fuck that.

I need a smoke.

I also need to get laid.

You know who also needs to get laid? That damned monk.

When it's raining like this, he's always in some pissy mood. Not that I care. He can drown himself in the sea of his own fucked up memories of the past. He's too stupid to realize how much of a saving Grace that monkey is to him. Eh, he'll figure it out eventually.

Maybe I'll take the monkey out drinking.

Speaking of drinking, my birthday is coming up this Friday. I want to get so fucking plastered. Maybe Hakkai will be here by then? I hope he is, because then he can bake me a cake...or blow me...I'm not really picky.

Ah shit, it's raining again.

::hears bullet shots::

And the monk is up from his nap.


My Birthday is this coming Friday, I'm getting so smashed.

Hello, is anyone there?

This place feels empty.

Anyway, I'm Sha Gojyo, also known as Mr. Young, Hot and Tight for the Ladies....and Hakkai.

The monkey and I thought it would be productive to record our musings of this long ass journey. I fail to see how this is productive, but Hakkai said it would be interesting to read these entries later on when the journey is done. He said something about reflecting on who we once were to how we are now. It was sounded like philosophical bullshit to me, but whatever. If it'll take my mind off how smelly Goku's feet are then I won't complain.

So far the journey has been long and tedious with a random baddy every other week. I feel like we're in a show or something. This week on Saiyuki!

Give me a break.

We haven't even reached the halfway point yet and I already feel like I'm living in a re-run.

God this is depressing.

I think I'm going to get me something stiff to drink, preferably served by someone with a huge rack.