There are no plants here. Which is good. I fucking hate plants, the way they look at you with their leaves, the way they try to feel you up. But the children are happy, which is what matters to me most in the entire universe. Suspect Miles is a bit down. Fee bad about this as I as his wife have a duty to keep him suicidal content. Will cook him ( Read more... )

Miles has made the children hate me. I hate him. I wish he would die of something that looks like natural causes.

We are back on Earth and have been for some time. Miles seems a bit down, but has been very attentive. He seems to be given to strange, rambling soliloquies on the sanctity of marriage, which is rather odd but quite nice ( Read more... )

Miles seems distracted. I hope he didn't do anything stupid while he was drunk ( Read more... )

Wedding. Tomorrow. Big deal.

But it will hopefully keep Miles away from Julian. Because Miles has morals.

I think Ezri and Julian have been doing That Thing in our house. It will never feel clean again. Am also insanely jealous. Have not had sex with Miles in the last five years.

And now their brat is crying. I think I'll hint that they should go home soon. Maybe even tomorrow. And then Miles will be mine, all mine.

*sigh*

So Ezri gave birth, far earlier than any of us were expecting. It looks nothing like her. In fact, it looks suspiciously like Miles. If I didn't know he was gay loved me so much I might be upset ( Read more... )

I see that my husband has invited that slut Julian to visit us. That homewrecker.

I think maybe Q is right, and I should leave him but he would probably get custody I love him so much.

It will be nice to see them again, and to hear about their baby. Which will probably make Miles cry. Fantastic.

I have a LiveJournal. No thanks to Miles. If he hadn't left the computer on when he went out for more Scotch, I'd never have known what was going on.

Bastard. I told him to stay away from that slut ( Read more... )