Well, it's begun..and the first thing I do in the world is go to a bar...alcoholic much?

Are you expecting The Voice really to have an answer to that? Sheesh.

Well, actually it wasn't a question... it was, well, never mind what it was. I've cast my first spell... let's see how this whole "witch" thing works.

Congratulations, you're the first person whose spell has worked straight away seemingly without a hitch. No doubt the ACW Press will be kicking down your door anytime now. How does it feel?

The whole spell thing worked wonderfully, thank you for noticing voice. Except that she appeared virtually naked. Not that I mind of course, but, well, it made for difficult conversation. Now, because she was a stubborn, arrogant pain in my ass, we are walled up in the office at P3, waiting for demon attack as she lies unconious and I'm prepared to battle demons with little more than a busted hat rack. You see, this is where helping people gets you. Dirty, tired, and in mortal danger.

Also that damn Piper is a total bitch.

Or so The Voice has heard...

Well, I'm making discoveries about myself left and right.

*You could say that... homo.*

One of them is my little internal dialogue person is developing a mind all its own. And the other, if it hasn't been made painfully obvious by my little inner bastard, is that I'm like, bisexual or something.

*Or something.*

Anyway, do you have any advice for getting rid of unwanted voices?

*This is your psychiatrist? Oooooh I'm so scared.*

Silence!

Mayday, mayday, batten down the hatches! We're headed into unknown waters, hostile territory. Code Liza! CODE LIZA!!!!!

Inner Bastard is dead or in a coma. I'm going in!

So. Yeah. Um. Dating a guy. Staying the night over at his place. Had sex... I'd say all in all it's been a very productive day.

*Alright Voice, this child needs guidance. He's fallen for a man. Great. But how do we know this man isn't some twisted psycho killer?*

Okay, you are so not allowed to talk to the voice. Inter-voice communication was banned by the Treaty of the War of... um... the... um... Roses.

*That was the worst arguement I have ever heard. Anyway, before the Ego enterupted, I, an aspect of the Id, was talking. He's not thinking clearly Voice. What advice do you have for him?*

Well, I suppose I can always use advice from someone who isn't a schizofrenic dillusion created by my own inner fears. Advise away Voice.

Slut.

That is, of course, not opinionated. The Voice does not takes sides.

You freakin' slut.

I am not a slut!

*Now, you see what even unopinionated sources think of you. Though I prefer the term man-whore.*

Well, none of that matters. We saved the day! Paz and I followed my second premonition ever and saved two girls from a big scary ghost.

*I still think Paz should get the credit.*

Well, Mr. Logic, nobody asked you!

The ghost was scared away. It'll be back... for revenge...

Or maybe it won't.

The Voice can see into the future, but only certain things.

You did well to follow your premonition, as The Powers showed you with that rather hilarious image. Oh those Powers. Great sense of humour!

You know, my coming to you has become a rare occasion, Voice, but my current dilema seems to warrant a visit. Paz, due to his damned heroics, has been kidnapped by some sort of beast... thing. Now, I'm being helped by a beautiful (though very possibly insane) woman who claims to be a witch as well. On top of all this, I told Paz that I loved him... only to be shot down. And now I seem to be rambling aimlessly and nonsensicaly in this diary entry... help?

Can't we get a wiccan holiday? I mean it's like monsters to the left, demons to the right every second of every day! ... although, it does lead to some interesting adventures. But that's not the point. Can't we get half a moment's rest? Yeesh!

Well, it turns out this day won't be so bad after all! It turns out that Paz wants me around for more than sex! He does care about me afterall... at least I hope he does. He says he does. Damned doubts!

I bet a premonition of what'll happen between you two would be useful, eh? Ain't gonna happen though. Have a nice day.

Mmmm fun. A premonition about a sword wielding demon followed by a big steaming plate of pointlessnes. Tastealicious.

Okay, a premonition that led me into a trap. How the hell is that fair? Now I'm locked in some cage in some dude's house, a demon no doubt. I'm bleeding from the head and have no hope of escape at the moment. HELP!

Ha ha. I'm sure things will work out. Hey, maybe WonderPaz will come to the rescue!

WonderPaz appears to be a demon. I was trying to save him when this happened. His face turned demonic and suddenly, next thing I knew, here I was, in this cage. I have no chance. I don't know what to do.

What a bitch that Paz is... oh well! I'm positive you won't die. Well. You might, but it won't affect you long-term!

Well, she killed me. Killed me dead. Some big freaky screaming demon thing. Stabbed right through my chest. I thought I saw Chloe in the stands with all those demons and such though, before I died. What does that mean? Is she a demon too? Or maybe she's trying to save us... well, now trying to save Andrea. There doesn't seem to be any hope left for me. What do you think Voice?

I think you already know the answer.