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Wednesday, February 4th, 2004
1:45 am	Angel Barbelo Everything was fuzzy... with a pale dulled glow the only noticeable thing. I an arm hanging lazzily over my chest. Waking up with the warm sunlight on my face through the window, with Jes lying next to me. One of the few activities I thoroughly enjoy, sleeping with her. I brought my hand up to hers and we laced our fingers together, an early warning that the alarm clock was about to go off. Inevitably, the buzzing peirced through the silence of our morning haven. Swinging my other arm over to the nightstand, I missed the alarm creating an even louder "thud" then the alarms siren. One finger up from the table to the snooze button was all it took after that to let us both drift back into our morning haze, if only temporarily. Before the nine minutes of snooze the alarm allowed, I turned it off completely. With the grogginess of a full nights sleep in my voice, I was able to mumble "Mornin' angel." Jessebel took her hand from mine and pulled the comforter up over her head, from underneath came a quiet moan, followed by a barely audible "Five more minutes..." "Already hit the snooze once... if I hit it again we'll be rushing to get out the door." "I don't care, I don't want to go to work today." Was the response from under the comforter, as Jes shifted underneath. I didn't need much convincing to agree with cuddling in bed for a few more minutes, although staying awake would have been an issue if this was allowed to continue for much longer. Letting Jes stay in bed, I slid off of the mattress and pulled my jeans up over my boxers. After gettin my belt through it's beltloops, I left it unbuckled, I would be needing to use the restroom soon and hooking my jeans and belt would be wasted effort. I reached under the bottom end of the comforter and grabbed Jes' ankles, she hates it, so I knew it would get her out of bed. As I suspected, she popped up from under the comforter in a matter of seconds. Jessebel Barbelo, my... "Significant Other" so to speak. Her and I used to be engaged, but she cheated on me, and we broke up. That was over two years ago, I have sence granted her forgiveness and we are friends like noone else now. It's better this way, we both know everything about the other, and are compatible enough to sleep in the same bed now and only sleep. We went to the same highschool, where she now works as the school nurse. It wasn't until a year after we graduated that we began seriously talking. Bumped into each other in a grocery store, I remembered her and asked if she had ever noticed me. We exchanged phone numbers, and the rest is history. My nickname for Jessebel is "Angel", since her last name Barbelo is the angel of integrity. She doesn't particularly like it, but I continue using it hopeing that she will warm up to it one day. Her grandparents were given that last name Barbelo when they immigrated to America. The immigration officer couldn't figure out how to spell their real last name, so got a little creative with a new one. "You have to go to work, what if one of your kids gets a broken leg, or a fractured skull, and ends up dying because their favorite nurse Angel wasn't around to save them?" I said with a smirk, knowing how much she enjoys my twisted sence of humor. "That's horrible. If that really happens today it's going to be your fault, you and your ill will projection." "If that happens today you can call me and I'll come and take care of it personally." "You better believe I will." Sticking my tongue out at Angel first, I then headed into the restroom. I could hear her getting dressed, and eventually heading into the kitchen where I hoped she would put some strudel in the toaster for me. this day was getting off to a good start, which in itself had already begun to worry me about what lay ahead. Good mornings usually are a sign of bad afternoons, at least in my life. The moment I left the restroom I could smell the strudel heating in the toaster, it makes me happy when she remembers little things like that for me. ----- (To be continued in another entry tomarrow evening. Comments about Jessebel, or this entry in general, are welcome.) ~Your Superhero
Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
6:08 pm	I... am a superhero. I... am a superhero. I will not reveal my real name, nor my Alias, for risk of attracting even more unwarranted villains to Boringham. I protect this peaceful town from the dastardly deeds the countless villains that reside here perform. I do not know why Boringham is a magnet for societies rejected, and I do not wish to know. I feel compelled by the responsibility that comes with the powers I have been gifted with to protect those less fortunate. I am but one man, incapable of stopping every dishonest deed performed in my humble town. Yet, I do what I can, under the opinion that one day I will make a difference. This introduction is not much, as I did not expect it to be from the beginning. In this journal, I will recall events from January 21st, 2004, to the fateful day I met my demise. I will try to keep this from getting too dreary, but I make no promises. ~Your Superhero Current Music: Track 9 by In Flames