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Aug. 2nd, 2004 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightWhere do I begin?
Let's see. On the good side, I've arranged to sponsor a baseball team at the youth center Sashra works at. Better yet, I may be able to kick in a pretty large (in absolute terms) sum of money to the place. Manipulative as their tactics are, they're also quite effective. And I have a baseball team named after me now. Go figure.
My birthday was really nice. Heather gave me an electric guitar, and Ronnie gave me -- or rather, is giving me -- lessons. Nhairis ran her mouth about my birthday, incidentally. She got me a wonderful silk shirt. Andrea made a drawing of herself and me with our parents, it's really nice. Even Shadow gave me something -- a pair of chopsticks with a steel core, so they can be used as weapons as well as eating utensils. Even Shard got me a little ruby. It was nice, all in all, very nice.
On the darker side of things... let's see.
Oh yes, Ronnie. Ronnie Volasko, daughter of Ron and Ellis Volasko -- two major figures in the "Grab Morgan, torture him, and take his sword" routine. I don't need this shit. Luckily, she seems all right... at least I don't think she's going to turn me in. That's something, I suppose.
Katie knows about Katherine -- well, not everything, but enough that it seems to have encouraged her to stop speaking to me as anything more than just another friend. It was foolish of me, I suppose, to think that any sort of significance I had to her would last. I... I really regret this. I love her, I do consider her a sister to me. I can't blame her for not wanting to be around me, though... not now that she knows what thirteen years of marriage to me turned her into. I can't blame her. I can just wish, selfishly, that she'd understand that I'm not that Morgan, and still love me...
Fucking dumbass, Morgan.
Irina and I are at it again. I can't stand it. I can't be in the same room with her without doing SOMETHING wrong by her. I don't understand it at all. But great, Sashra and Ronnie saw it, which means they're either going to hate me (now or eventually) for it, or just stay out of the way. And it means I have to look out for sneak attacks from Joe and Sylvie, who will probably attempt to kill me for the crime of living while in Irina's presence.
There's worse, but I'm not even going there.
I just want to be happy again.
Let's see. On the good side, I've arranged to sponsor a baseball team at the youth center Sashra works at. Better yet, I may be able to kick in a pretty large (in absolute terms) sum of money to the place. Manipulative as their tactics are, they're also quite effective. And I have a baseball team named after me now. Go figure.
My birthday was really nice. Heather gave me an electric guitar, and Ronnie gave me -- or rather, is giving me -- lessons. Nhairis ran her mouth about my birthday, incidentally. She got me a wonderful silk shirt. Andrea made a drawing of herself and me with our parents, it's really nice. Even Shadow gave me something -- a pair of chopsticks with a steel core, so they can be used as weapons as well as eating utensils. Even Shard got me a little ruby. It was nice, all in all, very nice.
On the darker side of things... let's see.
Oh yes, Ronnie. Ronnie Volasko, daughter of Ron and Ellis Volasko -- two major figures in the "Grab Morgan, torture him, and take his sword" routine. I don't need this shit. Luckily, she seems all right... at least I don't think she's going to turn me in. That's something, I suppose.
Katie knows about Katherine -- well, not everything, but enough that it seems to have encouraged her to stop speaking to me as anything more than just another friend. It was foolish of me, I suppose, to think that any sort of significance I had to her would last. I... I really regret this. I love her, I do consider her a sister to me. I can't blame her for not wanting to be around me, though... not now that she knows what thirteen years of marriage to me turned her into. I can't blame her. I can just wish, selfishly, that she'd understand that I'm not that Morgan, and still love me...
Fucking dumbass, Morgan.
Irina and I are at it again. I can't stand it. I can't be in the same room with her without doing SOMETHING wrong by her. I don't understand it at all. But great, Sashra and Ronnie saw it, which means they're either going to hate me (now or eventually) for it, or just stay out of the way. And it means I have to look out for sneak attacks from Joe and Sylvie, who will probably attempt to kill me for the crime of living while in Irina's presence.
There's worse, but I'm not even going there.
I just want to be happy again.
