I drove Arianna home in silence. Aside from planning, there wasn't very much to say, and I didn't want to think about the funeral just yet. That's for tomorrow. I can try to figure things out in the morning. Arianna probably hates me for taking charge the way that I am, but I can't help it. I see something to do and I do it. The time that I spend ( Read more... )

I'm such a busy little me. Finding a place to live all by my lonesome, despite Sam's incessant bitching, and I'm going to make it work. I'm going to love it.

I'm going to not be increasingly depressed by the fact that it's a rather cheap little appartment and it's going to be hell getting a job and rennovating this piece of crap. I'm supposed to ( Read more... )

Dearly beloved are you listening...

"Fine, walk out. Leave. You're really good at that."

"Great how much practice you give me, isn't it Car?" I said as I walked out, slamming the door behind me, trying hard not to melt my keys in my hand. God I can't believe her. Every time I try not to get pissed, she always has to freakin' say something to make ( Read more... )