Ask me four questions.

I will do the best to tell the truth.

God I don't understand men at all.

And what's sad? I think I'm in love with him. But our lives are far too different. I keep telling myself that. But my blasted heart won't listen to what my mind knowsIt should hurt me so much more than it does. It's like shoving my hand in an open fire and not getting burned. I don't understand myself anymore. I ( Read more... )

From the desk of Ivy Weaver

Today I went to court. I did my duty and all that. It should have gone well. There should have been a trial and I should have gotten to testify against Henrich. Only I didn't ( Read more... )

I'm still looking for a dog. My friend Mike brought me around to people who have dogs with puppies. I like them well enough. But they aren't for me. I don't have time to train a puppy on what not to chew on. I also need something that will look bigger. I told him this ( Read more... )

Well today I found a strange place called the Nexus ( Read more... )