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Apr. 16th, 2005 @ 03:36 pm (no subject)
There are times one has to give one for the Gipper. It's just the way it is when you work for a firm such as ours. One that delights in sending out lovely little memos with the restictions that would even drive Job up the wall. Said memo is giving me personal fits.

One I would love to venture out to Vegas. Pay a little, research a little but noooo. Not allowed. What a pain in the ass. And no contact with Angel or any of his little cronies.

And yet they expect information.

I am sorry if that seems a bit far fetched at this time. Not exactly the group of people that are loose lipped if you know what I mean.

I don't think there would be much harm though in contacting the most recent of the LA visitors though. My informants have let me know that the Harris boy has trotted back to his little high school town but one Robin Wood is still around. Locating a number for him wasn't too difficult.

Sighing I picked up the phone. Hopefully I won't have to leave a voice mail. that group never returns them so why bother.

voice mail to Robin
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Mr. Wood this is Lilah Morgan. We have yet to meet. I would love to set up a meeting with you asap. Please give me a call on my personal cell at 555-1215 at your earliest convience.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Now to wait for the impossible.
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Mar. 26th, 2005 @ 06:42 am (no subject)
Work has been hell this week. I have the distinct notion that the Senior Partners have sent me on several wild goose chases to keep me away from finding out what Christian is up to. They should know that would only make me more curious. I have half a mind to run down to that little sing and get your future told club.

You know that may be a good idea.
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Mar. 14th, 2005 @ 09:04 am (no subject)
Could this day not get any worse? First Christian is off to who knows where on a mission for the Senior Partners. One that instead of being completely quiet on he choose to allow me to have the ramblings and nothing more. See if my desk gets cleared for some late night hanky panky anytime soon. I could strangle the SPs right now. I mean who has put in the time and effect into this firm. Me that's who.

Then as if I didn't have enough to deal with I read in the paper about a certain blonde vampire. Can she not stay out of trouble?

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Let's nip this in the bid post haste.

(open to Darla)
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Feb. 23rd, 2005 @ 07:00 am (no subject)
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/notmysoul/2596.html

I decided to just ignore Darla. Maybe at some point she would take the hint. I do have a job to do. Okay I can take a break now and then. Picking up the phone I rang through to Christian's office waiting for him to answer.

"We need to get to work on that case. My office. Oh and when you get here close the blinds. No need for the others to see us hard at work."

I winked over at Darla as I put the phone in it's cradle.

"As you can see I have plans. Busy little bee that I am. Now you can stick around and answer his twenty questions. It's up to you."
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Feb. 10th, 2005 @ 12:13 pm (no subject)
I called Darla only to hear a mopey little answer machine message. We bring her to life and she wants to mope. Some people are just never satisified. She should be out celebrating a free rein of nightly meals with no Angel stopping her feasting habits. Seriously need to look into some mental helplines for the newly restored blonde.

Then I looked over the onslaught of recent memos.

I do love birthdays of the poor and chosen. They give us such wonderful presents. Ding dong the Angel's gone!

Yes I do believe the roses smell a bit rosier and the sky is a bit brighter. And Pryce is gone! Double scoops of fun in the sunshine area.

Poor Mrs. Pryce. I should write her a sympathy note.

Dear Texas Twig,

So sorry to hear that your man left you. I mean really left you as in couldn't stand you enough that he portal jumped into god knows where to escape. Oh I know you think it was a spell or something but .well i wouldn't burden you with affairs of the heart. You are already under enough pressure I am sure. So have fun with that little search I am sure you have going, Hope he doesn't mind.

Yours,
LIlah Morgan

Okay I lied but hey it was fun. I'm a lawyer, we lie to have fun. Didn't anyone ever see that movie Liar, Liar.? It was about a lawyer.
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Feb. 3rd, 2005 @ 10:19 pm (no subject)
Recap of the weekend. Fabu-fucking-lous. Emphasis on the fucking. Must say little Christian isn't that little. And I am a very happy and relaxed woman. Need to take out more evils for the firm to get these nice little perks. And I do love perks.

Now I get the memo that one Angel is gone from this plane. The world is really looking up. May even have to be joyful and dance a gig.

Time for the cases and then find if Angel can be found. I think I will take my time on that one.
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Jan. 26th, 2005 @ 05:52 am (no subject)
Nice little bonus package I got delivered to my desk this morning. Seems the boys were all happy that their little problem was taken care of. A squad went out to take out the Typhoon Mary of the demon set and we're all well and good for a change. Go team me.

Have to have a talk with little Perky. Seems she actually was rather useful. Not the best but then again she's just a wannabe Dream Barbie so you can't expect for the world to fall at the aweness of her at her feet. But who knows, maybe someone will rid us of the criminal Slayer and the world will turn around for LaPuit. Perhaps we can put a good word in with those nifty Oracle types. Just know not to let her ever have a real weapon around me, child freaks out at the first sign of a little demon.

Now of course we have the various lawsuits lining our desks. Everyone in this town is sue happy. Read one so far that has a claim against Seasame Street saying that evil Bert and ernie cause their kid to up chuck and die. Think I'll pass that one on down to some law school grad that just walked through the door. Looking over the rest of my potentials I smiled at a fun case. It would need a team approach and I knew just the man to talk it over with.

You know what they say about your enemies. Keep your eye on them.

Time to pay Christian a little visit.

(open for Christian.)
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Jan. 19th, 2005 @ 04:24 am (no subject)
I enjoyed my little catnap of sorts on my leather couch while the others in the building i am sure slept on the floor or in the hall, or where ever the lower beings would gather. Not really my concern now is it? Waking up I went to the small closet I keep extracting more suitable clothes. Believe it or not, I Lilah Morgan possess jeans. It's a shocker I know.

Dressed for business I skimmed over my notes again grabbed ny Saturday Night Special before exiting my office and going to the supply room on my floor. Part of that working your way up the ladder at the firm is getting to know the nooks and crannies this building has. The Senior Partners after all do want their top notch employees to have means of escape if something evil comes this way. Well something that we aren't responible for bringing on.

I was halfway throughs the escape hatch when the door behind me opened and Perky of the Sewers appeared with that perky little smile.

If I didn't need every bullet in the .38 Perky would have been rat food.

Looking at her I shrugged and pointed, "Well if you're gonna be here, at least help. Time to clean up a little mess."

Escape tunnel finally opened and friendly I let her slide down first. Any beasts in the sewer, she could be the food and i would be able to hear a scream and crawl back up. Liked that plan.


I went down right after, landing graceful as a cat and located a flashlight.

"Ready to hit the sewers? I may need a little bait to catch a giant roach."

(open to Kennedy)
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Jan. 18th, 2005 @ 04:43 am (no subject)
Memo of Doom


Terrific! Just fucking peachy keen with a slice of peach dripped in honey for the fucking ants to eat and destroy!


So my night plans to go to the spa and recharge are simply in the damn dumpster. And memo hogs of the world keep the papers flying in all day. Seems They as in the wonderful they of the Senior Powers think that I want to rush out in a city that is ailing and fix their little problems.

No problem says Chicken Effin Little.

No, I just can't wait to rush to the scene of their latest brainstorm and fix the day. Alright, that part is a pleasure. Something to hold up at the next board meeting and smirk about. Again. Seems that when they do a little boo-boo I am the rescue girl. Need I remind everyone of the last great idea that wasn't mine?

Let's take Angel's soul away and he'll be ours.

He was a fucking maniac! And Angelus is like having Barney the Dinosaur around, with a nice set of teeth that will drain you to death. Literally. But hey, little things like that they tend to forget about.

Cie la vie.

Now it's pile up my desk with folders of their latest and greatest nimrod of an idea. All being brought to my desk courtesy of the one and only slut of the sewer world Kennedy LaPuit.

Oh yes, let's make my life the epitome of joy why don't we? And the idiot saviant is grinning and prancing about like a Cheshire cat. I am just this close to testing out theories I have seen on that show Highlander. Come little wannabee, said the spider to the fly. See the pretty sword. See your head on the floor.

A girl can have day dreams can't she?

So here I sit behind my desk at 4:28 blasted A(asshole)M (moronic) time reading up on some cockroach of Hell. Yes, it appears Skippy the Wonder Roach is behind this lovely idea. The coffee pot is on overdrive, hired some mailroom pimply idiot to make sure of that. Sipping and reading and ready for the latest Party of Five. Wait how many nimrods reside at Chez Angel these days? God only knows. He does tend to pick up the strays of the world.



Joy to the world the Lilah is come
Let earth receive her Lawyer
Let every demon prepare Her room
And hell and the world sing
And hell and the world sing
And hell, hell and the world sing

She is the way
To save the day
And prepare a raise fit for a king
Let the morons of the Earth pay
Let the morons of the Earth pay
Oh morons, morons of the Earth pay

We will kill
The Kenn Doll along the way
And bury her in slime
Let no one cry
Let no one cry
Oh let, let no one cry
About this time.
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Oh fucking sue me, it's 4AM and I am a bit punchy. But come the morning with me perked up with a urn of high test coffee I will be on the door steps of Angel Investigations with the plan to save the day. Time to get an hour cat nap before this hero for the day goes out and takes the world on.

And if they even think Perky LaPuit is coming with them I will so help me find the biggest dirty bomb and ram it up their asses.
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Jan. 16th, 2005 @ 12:35 am the art of not
Listening to the praises of the new lawyer during this morning's board meeting really irked the hell out of me. One he hasn't done a thing to prove he's the great white hope and two well truth of the matter I am. Christian is not going to top me. It is just not going to happen. That would be like Eve growing a brain and Lindsey appearing as the newest Messiah. The world doesn't work like that. At least not if I can have something to do about it.

So now I am in the company gym making sure my hard body stays hard. That or beating the shit out of this bag in front of me instead of the idiots that I am surrounded by.

Although that would be more fun. And less painful for me. How the hell do boxers do this all the time without wincing?
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Jan. 5th, 2005 @ 11:46 am (no subject)
After the day I have had I had to escape to Calico's for the sacred dinner of champions. Whiskey neat not shaken. The hell with the food portion of our day, the liquor makes all the nastiness go away and let's the bring on the fun come into play.

Hoping to have a simple little meet and greet, no stings attached, fun in the sack tonight. Part of the being evil perks is the not giving a damn if you get a little action on the side. I mean let's be real about this. Sometimes you just want the bump and grind and to get off. The rest of it, the relationship junk is a waste of time if you're not in the mood for that. I haven't found a man yet that would be worth the time and bother of the honey I am homes.

Have to do some serious thinking on this [info]legalistic man. He's already got the game face. That usually comes after one is experienced so I will be checking on his background throughly.

So much to do, so much havoc to start. Need to get with Darla and find out her plans of action. Get back to the list of special projects and find out where to put the screws in at work.

It's going to be a wonderful new year.
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Dec. 31st, 2004 @ 02:50 am (no subject)
I was hoping for a nice pleasant stress free New Years. Well that's gone to hell in a hand basket. I got the ball of wax when good ole Linds boo-hooed out of town. Was doing the ladder climb rather nicely and now! I get informed there's a new boy in the Major Leagues. WTF!

And get a load of his name. Christian Ryan. Christian, please what kind of name is that for a lawyer? Just leaves a bad taste in the mouth. It's like naming a vampire Angel. Darla was always a blonde it appears.

Speaking of the blonde one, she's a piece of work. But she could prove a useful tool. If I don't get pissed and have her made into particles for a ghost buster.

Time to clear out of the office. Turn off the lights and ring in the new year.

Resolution for the Year...........break any fingers that try to climb the old ladder faster than I do.

Oh and maybe give a dollar a week to charity. I think I can afford it. Think this year's offering is the Red Cross. Hmmm.
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Dec. 25th, 2004 @ 01:26 pm (no subject)
Driving home from Lindsey's I hummed my favorite Christmas tune.......okay, Hell I was singing it full blast, windows down. Just call me the good cheer girl.


( song here )

Now thoughts on the Blonde Bimbo. What is her game? Angel, that much I know. Hmmmmmmm. It is Christmas, should call and give the big lug a Christmas warning.

( voice mail for Angel )

Love these handy cell phones.
Okay, brat present wrapped and sent.
Drunk expensive wine and driving home...........laws broke
Survived talking to a bratty vampire
Bought myself expensive jewelry
Go visit my mother.


Damn, knew there was something I had to do. Oh well, I'll send her a postcard. Not like she'd remember it anyway.


And Merry Christmas all and to all a sinful night!
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Dec. 19th, 2004 @ 12:39 am (no subject)
I slipped the key into the lock turning it like it was just a normal thing. I hadn't been in Lindsey's old place since I went through his files after he left town. I found some very interesting things then, things that I used on my climb up a couple more rungs of that ladder. The stalled ladder. Time to start kicking the others in the head and get back to work on that now.

I looked around and the blond blood sucking one was no where in sight. Oh well she'd show. She'd want to see her old lover. Lindsey was a fool. Leaving the firm because of a blonde bimbo. A dead one at that.

I searched the fridge and pulled out some champagne. Lins always had good taste.

And it's time to celebrate.
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Dec. 14th, 2004 @ 07:48 pm (no subject)
//Message on Lilah's voice mail//
"Lilah, I'm sure you'll remember my voice. I'm feeling a bit shy so I won't be leaving my name. I've been hearing about some recent developments, which I am inclined to hold your firm partially responsible for. Concerning a Special project we have both been working on...I'll be expecting to hear from you.
Oh and don't bother tracing the call. The owner is already dead."


Darla.

Now isn't this a nifty surprise. Almost like Santa Claus heard me asking for a real demon and dropped her down the chimney. Oh Santa Claus I do believe now! I do!

Just have to find the little demon now.

If I were a little demon playing hide and seek who would I seek and where would I hide?

Darla would be near Angel but not to close. She was rather intelligent. Far enough away to be under the radar for the firm and yet close enough to keep an eye out.

I smiled as I pocketed a spare key from my desk. Good ole Lindsey may be gone but his place was still there. Time to take a spin on the wild side.
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Dec. 13th, 2004 @ 10:28 am holiday greeting............bah humbugs in triplicate
I so love the holidays. Not. The smell of pine whiffing at my nose makes my eyes water. The children screaming at a fevered pitch as I stroll the mall gives me a headache. The sound of the cash registers running up huge totals.....okay I do like anything that has to do with money, nix that one on my list of why the holidays are over rated.

I haven't had a bad dream in over a week, just peaceful fluffy cloud dreams. They are not helping. How can I wake up feeling evil and ready to take someone else down if I am all rested and happy in the mornings? It's my worst nightmare. Walking into the courtroom to do damage to the idiots at the other table is damn hard to do when you're humming a happy tune.

I have a feeling that Skip guy is behind this one. Perhaps I should send a team out with big cans of Raid to get him in line again. If he's doing good I swear it's time to nuke his little abode. What is it with the demons in this town thinking that they have some sort of greater purpose. Do I need to send out a big fat memo to remind all demons that the fact that they are demons should tell them their only purpose is to cause havoc. Have a damn souled vamp in town and now half the evil squad thinks that being a good guy with a redemptation plan is A-OK.

When the big boom finally happens I hope all these little good doers see the pearly gates. They deserve to be bored as hell for eternity. I mean come on, playing checkers Mayberry style is just not the life for me. Give me the fire pits and a martini, hold the olive. At least there will be some excitement to keep me from begging for a lobotomy to survive the boredom.
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Dec. 9th, 2004 @ 01:16 pm (no subject)
Just a quick note. Need to find out way I have been sleeping like a baby the past week. Generally I have wonderful nightmares that give me ideas in the court room. No dice this week. Instead I wake up cheery and refreshed.

Now I am sure of it. The world is about to go boom.

Well shit.
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Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 11:28 am (no subject)
Spent all day Saturday shopping for those rare gifts that just scream Lilah to me. You know for the ones that I plan on stepping on this year on that lovely ladder to the sky. I finally decided to give baskets this year. Filled with candy with enough alcohol to make those AA members twitch, a taser for those times you just want to drop the one you love, a subscription to Evil Daily the ultimate lawyer rag out there, and some other thoughtful touches.


The week at work has proved interesting. Found two new cops that believe that dropping evidence is a goodly thing for the right price. And Darling, I always have the right price. Will be helpful to get the murderers I have coming up for trial a lovely mistrial.

And the name I have for kiddo of the year, a Daisy Mae. Who the hell would name their kid that? I'll tell you who, trailer trash. And of course the brat wants Santa to bring her a frigging doll. So one little pissing doll is wrapped along with clothes that require dry cleaning. Maybe that will get her dead beat parents off their asses and on the employment line.

Stopped at a bar on the way home. This reporter type was giving me the eye. Hmm, it has been a while since I had a pank in my hankie.
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Nov. 29th, 2004 @ 02:16 am (no subject)
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Can I just state here that I hate this season of goodie gumdrops and sugar plum fairy crapola we have to shell out. What kind of hell did I drop into that makes it's employees go to the gutters and serve fucking turkey to the masses? By heavens those people stink. We should have served them soap on a rope and sprayed them down with flea drip. Itching now just thinking about them.

And the word on the wire...........we have to adopt a needy child for Christmas and make their dreams come true. Sorry, not into the holiday spirit. I say we go tell little Johnny he's a screw up now and that his big dent in society will be testing out the latest form of the death penalty. But hey, that's just me.

I swear if I get stuck with some little baby doll wanting brat agan this year I am going to scream. Someone needs to send out a memo, Evil does not promote this shit.

What is the world coming to?
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Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 11:14 am (no subject)
The funeral for MacClain's son was touching. Broken down father and mother grasping at the small casket. Almost felt sorry for them. Poor thing had a few school chums sniffling into their mommy's blouses. I signed the guest book, said the standard gee so sorry for your losses and then went on my way.

Looking into the Skip connection to Angel. That is an interesting little turn of events now isn't it?

And Faith is out of town now it seems. Wonder who's buttering her bread this week, will have to find that one out.
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