thebratprince

Arrives in a wrinkled, hastily-sealed envelope, no return address:

Left town. Will be back.

I love you.

-- Moony

It was stupid and crazy, and that's why she was doing it.

She hadn't told her parents about it, so she felt a little guilty about the uproar it might cause, especially because after that thing in Canada her mom in particular would say things about how dangerous public transportation was or whatever.

She bought the bus ticket using her savings, and she left a note for her parents that didn't really explain anything but told them not to worry. Like that'd work. She did it anyway.

She hesitated in the doorway with her duffle bag, then ran back into the house, scribbled another note, stuffed it in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and walked it down to the mailbox before she had a chance to think twice about it. Of course, as soon as it went in she regretted it, but then, today was a day of doing weird, stupid things, so why not go all the way with it?

She left Tampa on a 4 o'clock bus to some town she'd never heard of. It was stupid and crazy and completely irresponsible, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, Wren felt like she was doing the right thing.

( Jos and Andre )

So apparently, at least two of my students believe it is still di rigeur to bring the teacher apples.

Now that I don't work at the warehouse anymore, I think I might actually have to go to the gym so I don't get the stereotypical computer geek physique.

( Chase )

So, dinner was good. Easy. It was scary as fuck how easy it was, this time around. She was pretty sure this was going to make her lock herself behind the pawn shop counter sometime in the near future. For now, she was trying to cruise without panicking.

The restaurant was very near her studio. Just up, and around the block. She took him over three blocks, and up four, and back around, and made a loop until she couldn't drag her feet any longer.

"... up this way."

Sigh.

Sometimes, I really hate my job. Anyone fancy coming out with me for a brew? Or ten?

Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains.

That's it, tomorrow I'm taking Toto to the beach. I'm so overworked I feel like I haven't seen actual ground in weeks.

WHO'S WITH ME?

I need Red Bull.

Stat.

Mughah, these overnight shifts are killer. Especially when there's nothing going on, and I've been helping out Cass with her cases. How in the heck did I keep going in the old days?

How come I don't have groupies?

I feel this is deeply unfair.

I do have minions though. Maybe that balances.

Tim Morales? This is Lt. Colonel Lee Wilder. I wasn't sure if you were still in the Tampa area, but I'm back for a stretch of time and thought I'd look you up. If you're interested, give me a call at 610-555-3489. If not, I guess I won't be hearing from you.

She had today off because she had to work this weekend. Luckily today was bright and warm and she had spent most of it in the park with Kujo, Nala and Simba. The dog was sleeping in the shade of a tree where she'd spread their blanket but the ferrets were scampering in and out of the branches of a nearby bush.

"Nala! Simba! Stop that!" she exclaimed when they jumped out in front of a tall -- very, very tall -- man walking the path near the bush.

She wasn't expecting to see him in the Arches cafe, and when she did, she spent about half a second rationalizing how she could just walk on by and pretend she hadn't seen him. But instead she found herself flopping down across from him, setting down her coffee, and saying, "I'm so not going to call you Professor, so don't even ask."

I'm going out of town for an undetermined amount of time. It was totally unexpected, but very necessary. Unfortunately, it looks like I'll be Internetless while I'm gone. If I can possibly update, I will, but if not, I should be back sometime next week.

Josie finished her set, thanked the crowed for their applaused and headed toward the bar. She nodded for her regular -- a water -- and then hooked her thumb in Mark's direction.

"And he'll have another of whatever he's having when he'd done with that one," she said with a grin. "Heya Mark."

I am so tired of homework.

( Drew )


Oh dear. I seem to be having a wing of the hospital named after me. I hadn't expected that.

You know, with all the storm activity in the Atlantic, I'm surprised Tampa hasn't tried to throw one our way again.

Dear Tampa --

Thank you for the increase in business; many people seem to have been inspired by the most recent seven. However, I'm not paying you a referral fee.

Dr. Mara Kincaide

At about 7pm tonight AIM decided to log me out spontaneously and not let me back in. This sucks.

• Main account won't log in on any service/program. I tried iChat, Adium, meebo, gtalk and AIM itself, to no avail.


• iChat at least gives me an error message, but the only thing I can find with that is similar complaints from other Mac users and responses to them saying "Oh yeah, that happened to me too." and giving estimates of a couple of hours to a couple of weeks until it's resolved.


• My alt account works just fine, which is bizarre, but at least I've got it. So you can find me on gtalk as ryenna and AIM as libraryenna until this is fixed.


• I'm going through and updating my alt's buddy list, but I'm afraid I might miss someone, so ping me on email or IJ if you can't get through to me on AIM (I have my anti-spam filters set very high these days).

-Ry

Crossposting this all over the damn place.