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It's tonight at 8:58 PM. The ceremony starts at 7. We probably need to be there by 630. Yes, we have tickets. Do not ask how. I didn't. The puppy is very, very, very good at what he does.
Dress warmly. We'll have hot chocolate.
Baileigh, I promise lots of snuggling.
We can ice skate after if anyone wants to.
If we're getting dinner beforehand we need to go, like now.
Questions? Concerns?
Dress warmly. We'll have hot chocolate.
Baileigh, I promise lots of snuggling.
We can ice skate after if anyone wants to.
If we're getting dinner beforehand we need to go, like now.
Questions? Concerns?
[TM] 256 - What do you hope for?
Nov. 9th, 2008 02:34 pmBali is sounding better and better. Or Fiji. Or Bora Bora.
Somewhere warm, with rum and no responsibility or people who stab you in the back when you're just trying to help them.
Why the fuck I thought I wanted any of this is beyond me.
Considering leaving a note: "Keys to Company are in the upper left hand drawer if you want them, Angie. Taking the cats. Off to Bali. Fuck all of this. Love, Adam."
I don't really think that would go over well, but I'm not sure I care anymore.
[locked]
If someone could remind me of why I'm even trying when it's an exercise in futility, I would appreciate it, because fuck if I know. I never wanted to grow up to be the hero, anyway. I just wanted to...I don't even remember anymore. It all got twisted up and tangled around in far too many pairs of brown eyes that wanted me to be things that I never was, and blue ones that believed I was something and then when I tried to be...
Well, she walked away, too, didn't she?
So, what, I ask you, is the fucking point of hoping for anything?
Fuck all of it.
I was better off being the villain, but now I'm just tired.
What do I hope for? A beach. And a drink with an umbrella in it. And someone to rub completely unnecessary suntan oil on my skin and live without their fucking expectations and their fucking betrayals for just a few decades, for once.
I don't think it's too much to ask.
Somewhere warm, with rum and no responsibility or people who stab you in the back when you're just trying to help them.
Why the fuck I thought I wanted any of this is beyond me.
Considering leaving a note: "Keys to Company are in the upper left hand drawer if you want them, Angie. Taking the cats. Off to Bali. Fuck all of this. Love, Adam."
I don't really think that would go over well, but I'm not sure I care anymore.
[locked]
If someone could remind me of why I'm even trying when it's an exercise in futility, I would appreciate it, because fuck if I know. I never wanted to grow up to be the hero, anyway. I just wanted to...I don't even remember anymore. It all got twisted up and tangled around in far too many pairs of brown eyes that wanted me to be things that I never was, and blue ones that believed I was something and then when I tried to be...
Well, she walked away, too, didn't she?
So, what, I ask you, is the fucking point of hoping for anything?
Fuck all of it.
I was better off being the villain, but now I'm just tired.
What do I hope for? A beach. And a drink with an umbrella in it. And someone to rub completely unnecessary suntan oil on my skin and live without their fucking expectations and their fucking betrayals for just a few decades, for once.
I don't think it's too much to ask.
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Sep. 17th, 2008 12:02 pmIt is not my fault he's an idiot. Will people please stop yelling at me and throwing--or blowing--things around my office?
Thank you.
Thank you.
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Aug. 3rd, 2008 07:29 pmI miss Daniel.
He turned out to be as false as the rest of them, but...I miss him.
He turned out to be as false as the rest of them, but...I miss him.
