Bonnie Parker

I ain't one to do much shopping for anything other than the essentials - a lady's essentials, mind you - but I'm thinking it's gonna be soon that we might need some medicine.

Forever young or not, this Southern gal sure as hell ain't getting any blasted viruses again. God only knows what Clyde would do to the kitchen if I'm bedded down for a good part of the month.

...'less I take a look at them ladies' fur coats at Macy's.

Prevention's always better than a cure, I'll say.

New York, New York - you ain't a city of change, are you?

Got back around three yesterday and I can't say that I'm not as glad to see a nice bed than I am to see the grand total of our "winnings" so to speak. Though they've made the backs of cars more comfier the last time I've slept in one, so I can't complain.

Plus one more body to keep me warm, and might as well be snug as a bug in a rug.

Countin' my blessings, definitely countin' my blessings.

( Voicemail left on Jesse's phone; early Tuesday )

Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief--
To the law a relief--
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.


Someday, right?

Gonna give them Hell tonight, gonna show them what fifty rounds can do to a gal when she's immortal and pissed as hell.

With or without you, Clyde, I'm going to do what we've always done.

Wish me luck, darlin'.

My Mama always said, "you won't get no trouble if you don't go looking for it."

God rest that woman's soul, but her baby girl just never got that one down right.

( Jesse, Viewable to Billy the Kid )

Sometimes I wonder what Hell must be like.

To know that there are angels and demons, Sins and Virtues to be real, then how much is true about the place? It would have been where I would've gone, so I suppose I'm at liberty to muse and wonder about it as I please.

Nothing much else to do anyways.

Romeo, romeo, where art thou?

I've managed to land a small role in this modern adaptation of Romeo and Juliet, as Juliet's nurse. Interesting view from her role, that is, on poor lil' Juliet. Sure, I'd admire her for her love and dedication to her man, but you know, it all could've been solved if you just jumped off the damn balcony and went off with Romeo. Family's one thing, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

But then I guess Mr. Shakespeare wouldn't have had his heart wrenching ending that would bring the hankies out from all the girls in the audience. If he was still around this place, I'd give him my two cents, that's for sure.

It's times like these that I'm thankful for the means of my own immortality. Being kept alive by the American people for having died with a bang like the criminals me and Clyde were, although not what I would've imagined, but fair enough.

By no means would I want to trade anythin' for what I have now, and just seein' these "gods" 'round this place just makes me count my lucky stars even more often.

I think I should take up writing again for this month. Let the jewelry stores lick their wounds for the time bein'.

Earlier while walking down Madison Ave., scoping out my "visit", I had the strangest feeling.

I know I've felt it somewhere before.

Anyhow, here's something for the darling red-headed girl that helped me. The place has quite the security that even I couldn't get my lil' head around.

( Private )

(ABC Blames Bank Robberies on Bad Economy)

Oh, really. Next thing you know, they'll be blaming mass genocides on the bad economy.

Take the blame and take a bow. Boo hoo, it's so sad, but it's only thing you can do if you're caught.

As for "bad economy"?

Simply not original enough.

( You've read the story of Jesse James || of how he lived and died || If you're still in need || of something to read || here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. )