I don't know if things are going well or not. I don't know the difference between being examined or cross examined or bullied by lawyers being paid to believe you're a liar. I'm hating this so much. It's like being caught in the middle of one long, long argument. I'm not even good with little arguments. I'd rather go away and be somewhere else ( Read more... )

Today was hard.

And long.

Way too long.

And I'm far, far to exhausted to talk about it.

We'll be back there, on Monday, because things kept coming up.

So tomorrow = band rehersals.

And now, unconsciousness, in bed.

I think I'm going to need all the people on my side that I can get.

If you want to be there, at thr trial, yes... I'd like you there. It won't be very fun, though.

It's Scarlett's birthday and the world sings her praise!

Well I do, at any rate.

Scarlett, let's go on an escapade! We can promenade, dither, roustabout, effervesce or spiral. Where shall we gallivant? Let's dance, let's play!

Do people have plans for New Year's Eve...?

Or can I throw a party? :D

The Kensington's are for real, aren't they? I've never met a family like that before, a family who, well... works. And works beautifully. Aah, we ate like I've never eaten before then sat around the table talking for hours -and you get three guesses what the main subject was ( Read more... )

I like that scene in a Knights Tale where the naked writer threatens to immortalise the bad guys meanness through his words.

( On that note )

Oliver called. Long phone call, long and long.

We have a court date. 15th December. Eight am. And... onwards. However long it takes to win or lose.

( The cold black key )

Jocelin said this to me: Don't think you've won.And I don't know what it means but then I had to go and reply in a stupid moment of bravado and I don't know why I did that. I don't even know why I'm reading his journal or Ry's or Justine's it's stupid if I'm trying to keep away from them and all that. But I did and I wish I hadn't, but at the same ( Read more... )