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Mar. 17th, 2005 05:52 pmLife keeps getting in the way of writing about life.
A lot of things have happened since I last wrote here. For one, Irina moved in upstairs. A small part of me views this as dangerous. After all, the last time she leased a place to stay from me, it didn't go so well. But we've both done a lot of growing up since then, and moreover, she's living with Cass now. Strange as that may seem, I think it's helping them both. Cass is like a velvet glove over a tiger's paw -- you forget she's not a normal eighteen-year-old for the most part, but one small thing -- it could be anything, it seems, sometimes -- and the claws come out. And Irina is walking a line between misery and cheer. But for the most part, both the ladies seem happier, and that is definitely a good thing.
I got my revenge on Sashra's murderer. I know it's changed me. I don't know what to say about it.
I think Sal has a girlfriend. I'm in total shock over this, although admittedly the circumstances of my discovering the fact are no less bizarre than the fact itself. She'd been beaten and raped, pretty horribly. I helped save her life, and then I offered her a place to stay so she would feel safe. She actually took me up on it. She's been crashing on my futon. Val, that being her name, is eminently likeable, even sad. She reminds me in some ways of Leon. I said I'd be her friend. I am interested in getting to know her better.
Jeez, what else? Oh, Katie is mad at me again, this time because I tried to stand up for Cat getting her some nice stuff for her birthday, which I didn't know was the other day till Seamus told me. She gave me a hissing speech about how she doesn't want to be the center of attention, which means I stay out of her way till a month or so down the line she gets mad at me for "forgetting" her. Sigh. First sign of the other shoe starting to drop.
In the meantime, Cass is mad at me, I haven't seen Irina much since two nights ago, and god knows what I'm going to find when I go out again. Maybe I'll just hide in my closet.
A lot of things have happened since I last wrote here. For one, Irina moved in upstairs. A small part of me views this as dangerous. After all, the last time she leased a place to stay from me, it didn't go so well. But we've both done a lot of growing up since then, and moreover, she's living with Cass now. Strange as that may seem, I think it's helping them both. Cass is like a velvet glove over a tiger's paw -- you forget she's not a normal eighteen-year-old for the most part, but one small thing -- it could be anything, it seems, sometimes -- and the claws come out. And Irina is walking a line between misery and cheer. But for the most part, both the ladies seem happier, and that is definitely a good thing.
I got my revenge on Sashra's murderer. I know it's changed me. I don't know what to say about it.
I think Sal has a girlfriend. I'm in total shock over this, although admittedly the circumstances of my discovering the fact are no less bizarre than the fact itself. She'd been beaten and raped, pretty horribly. I helped save her life, and then I offered her a place to stay so she would feel safe. She actually took me up on it. She's been crashing on my futon. Val, that being her name, is eminently likeable, even sad. She reminds me in some ways of Leon. I said I'd be her friend. I am interested in getting to know her better.
Jeez, what else? Oh, Katie is mad at me again, this time because I tried to stand up for Cat getting her some nice stuff for her birthday, which I didn't know was the other day till Seamus told me. She gave me a hissing speech about how she doesn't want to be the center of attention, which means I stay out of her way till a month or so down the line she gets mad at me for "forgetting" her. Sigh. First sign of the other shoe starting to drop.
In the meantime, Cass is mad at me, I haven't seen Irina much since two nights ago, and god knows what I'm going to find when I go out again. Maybe I'll just hide in my closet.
