Guess what's on my finger?

Guess who gave it to me?

....he doesn't want me around anymore.( ... )

So, twins and varying other houseguests are at Rory's parents for a while. Hear that? That sound? It sounds like... yes, it is-

PEACE AND QUIET.Oh, geez. When this is over, everyone remind me not to ever have kids of my own. Or to ever agree to live with more than two people in the same apartment ( Read more... )

Okay, so maybe 180 degrees was stretching it. Maybe it's more like 130 or 145 or whatever. Because when Gina showed up? I felt almost back to normal.

And then I got over it and am back to new-normal. At least, I'm assuming I am, because old-normal wouldn't have me wanting to do what I'm going to do to that asshole ( Read more... )

Still no sign from Rory. No one in the Nexus's seen him. My spider-sense has been going off for the past two days.

Rory was supposed to get back home at five or six this morning. I'm worried.

For everyone that hasn't heard already, I'm going to be helping Rory's twins. To field the obvious question: no, they're not mine. The mother is a girl Rory knew who doesn't want the kids and doesn't want an abortion. Rory wants to take care of them, I'm a guest in his house, ergo, I volunteered to help ( Read more... )

I. Hate. New York City. In the summer. So much loathing. Average temperature? Low 100's. And spandex? Does not breath at all ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm officially moved in to Rory's apartment now. All that's left is telling Dad that I'm living with a guy he's never met on the opposite side of a country that's technically not even ours. Damn it. So I'm going to be gone to New York for a couple of days, trying to sort all this out ( Read more... )