Everything and anything
I don't know what got into me the other night. After I came home from the hotel, I pounced on Carl like he was the special of the day and I hadn't eaten in a week. He's still looking at me sideways like he's worried I'll do it again. Or maybe he's just hoping.
There's a new curfew in town, dear diary, and in order to keep my hours up, I'm opening for lunch now.
And the brothel was throwing away all their furnishings. I don't know why. Knowing Frank it would have been the good stuff. I rescued it. The Tiffany pieces and most of the furniture are going to an auction house where they'll bring the money they deserve. Well, all except the pretty red lamp. That's mine. I always wanted a Tiffany lamp and never could afford one.
I'm keeping the red velvet settee with the heart-shaped back. I'll dragoon Michael and Ben to carry it upstairs. Carl and I got it here, that's enough.
Saw Sebastian and Bagoas getting their stuff, but we were all too busy to chat. I hope they're going to be okay. I hear Sebastian owns the hotel now, so he's fine, and little Bagoas had his big boyfriend along carrying stuff. They're sporting matching earrings now, so cute.
And I think I adopted Tara last night. She's so sweet it's just heartbreaking. To think that someone killed her, even by accident, burns me up. At least she's getting a second chance. One more thing to light a candle for. I'll learn to make funny pancake shapes for her.
I can't believe I'm opening at 11. I've had such a nice time, enjoying my days, sleeping late and working evenings. But I heard one of the students has been killed. I wonder who it is, and if it was one of my kids. Oh diary, I hope not. It's terrible to say, but I really hope it's not one of mine.
There's a new curfew in town, dear diary, and in order to keep my hours up, I'm opening for lunch now.
And the brothel was throwing away all their furnishings. I don't know why. Knowing Frank it would have been the good stuff. I rescued it. The Tiffany pieces and most of the furniture are going to an auction house where they'll bring the money they deserve. Well, all except the pretty red lamp. That's mine. I always wanted a Tiffany lamp and never could afford one.
I'm keeping the red velvet settee with the heart-shaped back. I'll dragoon Michael and Ben to carry it upstairs. Carl and I got it here, that's enough.
Saw Sebastian and Bagoas getting their stuff, but we were all too busy to chat. I hope they're going to be okay. I hear Sebastian owns the hotel now, so he's fine, and little Bagoas had his big boyfriend along carrying stuff. They're sporting matching earrings now, so cute.
And I think I adopted Tara last night. She's so sweet it's just heartbreaking. To think that someone killed her, even by accident, burns me up. At least she's getting a second chance. One more thing to light a candle for. I'll learn to make funny pancake shapes for her.
I can't believe I'm opening at 11. I've had such a nice time, enjoying my days, sleeping late and working evenings. But I heard one of the students has been killed. I wonder who it is, and if it was one of my kids. Oh diary, I hope not. It's terrible to say, but I really hope it's not one of mine.