Getting to know me.
First thing's first: Sissy is fucking evil.
I woke up today and he jumped right on my face, as if he's been waiting to do it all night. Scared the hell out of me. Either he doesn't like my hair, or he's really protective of his owner.
His owner. Speaking of, Marco discovered I was the big G today. How? He did some sleuthing (called it a "system check") and found my journal and bingo-bango read all the GAYGAYGAYGAYGAYness. And now he can find out all the happiness that lead me off Orta in the first place. I might as well become a nudist; the man's just eating up the little privacy I have.
We've been fighting a little. Or, more accurately, he's been trying to get to know me and I've been insulting him and shutting him out. He doesn't seem like the most terrible guy ever, and he seems to be genuinely trying, but I just find it hard to... be close to someone. Forming bonds and friendships is great, but the trust (on my end) isn't there, and I can't make it work.
*cracks knuckles* I experimented a bit and painted my nails black, which is a typical brooding thing to do. It looks really bad, especially considering that I look like a farmer's apprentice and not the spawn of drug addicts. Just thought I'd try something different...
Okay.
I hear it's Marco's birthday in a couple of days (that guy must be, like, 100) and I guess I should use this opportunity to sort of... make up for being a stone cold asshole. I don't know what the heck this guy wants, or likes, or needs, and I don't feel that comfortable asking him. Maybe I'll corner Seska sometime and ask her about him.
*stretches and yawns* Sleepy now. Peace out.
I woke up today and he jumped right on my face, as if he's been waiting to do it all night. Scared the hell out of me. Either he doesn't like my hair, or he's really protective of his owner.
His owner. Speaking of, Marco discovered I was the big G today. How? He did some sleuthing (called it a "system check") and found my journal and bingo-bango read all the GAYGAYGAYGAYGAYness. And now he can find out all the happiness that lead me off Orta in the first place. I might as well become a nudist; the man's just eating up the little privacy I have.
We've been fighting a little. Or, more accurately, he's been trying to get to know me and I've been insulting him and shutting him out. He doesn't seem like the most terrible guy ever, and he seems to be genuinely trying, but I just find it hard to... be close to someone. Forming bonds and friendships is great, but the trust (on my end) isn't there, and I can't make it work.
*cracks knuckles* I experimented a bit and painted my nails black, which is a typical brooding thing to do. It looks really bad, especially considering that I look like a farmer's apprentice and not the spawn of drug addicts. Just thought I'd try something different...
Okay.
I hear it's Marco's birthday in a couple of days (that guy must be, like, 100) and I guess I should use this opportunity to sort of... make up for being a stone cold asshole. I don't know what the heck this guy wants, or likes, or needs, and I don't feel that comfortable asking him. Maybe I'll corner Seska sometime and ask her about him.
*stretches and yawns* Sleepy now. Peace out.