Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in Teague Brennan's InsaneJournal:

Sunday, January 25th, 2009
8:11 pm	Disorder Rating Paranoid Disorder: Low Schizoid Disorder: Low Schizotypal Disorder: Low Antisocial Disorder: Low Borderline Disorder: Low Histrionic Disorder: Moderate Narcissistic Disorder: Moderate Avoidant Disorder: Low Dependent Disorder: High Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: Moderate -- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders -- (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
12:47 am	(Teague, Min, Sean) Hell only knows how they got him to agree with it, but Teague was not even remotely sure of how much he wanted to go out with Miniver and the younger Pickles. Sure, the idea was interesting at first, but once he was told why they were going out, he flipped. Teague never thought of himself as sexy. Apparently that, and the constant refusal to commit adultery was a thorn in a lot of peoples' sides. He just never saw the point of going and looking after he'd already found the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. What he hadn't told others, and would NEVER tell them, now that he knew how they felt about the last two points, was that Brenda was only his third. Ever. Had anyone from his wife's side of the family (and now his older brother) actually known that, they would have likely regarded it as a waste of good looks and a nice body. So that went under the 'hell no' pile of things to divulge. But as it stood, Teague had already agreed to go out to a nightclub with Sean and Miniver, and was doing his damndest to look the part. He put on a form-fitting white undershirt, and over it, he tugged on a tight black jacket. He wore a pair of intentionally-dingy blue jeans and let his hair out of its ponytail. Glyndaa had dyed red highlights into it again, and the shocking contrast of color worked for him. And to top it all off, he put on his eyeliner considerably thicker than usual. In his ears were his usual collection of studs and bone curls through his stretched lobes. Of course, his arms were adorned with the black bracelets, hemp bands, and beaded bangles he usually wore. He may have looked the part in theory, but once you got to his posture, he looked like a complete amateur at going out. He was not looking forward to this. (38 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 27th, 2008
10:15 pm	(Milliways) The Legacy of Robert Cheevy Another day, another bunch of crazy to deal with. Teague had finally squared away his dad's finances, at least to the best of his ability. All the money had been divided up, the funeral was paid for. He figured whatever Robert Cheevy had to give to his family was his to give - fuck funeral expenses. Teague used the Turner funds for that. So all the worldly possessions were divvied up according to whom had the most desire to keep them. Teague kept the roll top desk that had always been in his dad's study, and Keller kept the house. Robert's widowed third wife got half the money, and the other half was up to Teague to deal with. So he did it fairly. Okay, entirely unfairly. He got what he wanted, gave the house to Keller, and the money would be going to Miniver. Who was due to arrive any minute! SHIT! He scrambled out of his seat at his own desk and tugged on a sleeveless teeshirt and brushed out his hair, and trounced down the stairs to the kitchen to go get appetizers made. Holy shit, how'd he let time slip by him like that? (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 5th, 2008
11:41 pm	Teague arrived at the modest mansion of metal musicians later than they usually expected visitors, and didn't bother to knock. He let himself in and slipped into the kitchen to snag a cold beer, as he'd finally finished his own stock of it at home and wouldn't be bringing any more into his house until long after his son was born. He made no attempt to find Miniver. Miniver could find him easily enough. After all; who else came in and went straight to the kitchen like Teague? (57 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 17th, 2008
10:29 pm	( Story already in progress ) Once they got what they needed, Teague drove back to the mansion and, after peeking in and looking around for any sign of the redheads, he slipped in, one hand in Brenda's. "Straight to the kitchen." He murmured, before calling, "Anyone here?" in a loud enough voice that it'd echo into all parts of the house. (47 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 15th, 2008
10:00 pm	( The story thus far... ) (113 Comments |Comment on this)
4:38 am	Dark and dreary, Hollow home, Once rejected, Not alone. (Comment on this)