[BLOG] Locked to prevent embarrassment and murder of Moon, but laughably hackable.
((ooc: 'Cause, honestly, it's Remy. How on Earth would she be able to protect anything, even from accidental hacking?
So, if anybody wants to get on her case about letting a man live in her house/force her to lie about this......))
This is..... just weird, I guess. The whole week's been pretty bizarre, ever since Kim left for New York. Not just because I miss her, because I really do - It's odd to suddenly not have my best buddy right down the hall.
But it's the whole house that suddenly feels strange. Or..... the whole living situation, really. Incidents like Tuesday morning aside - that is NOT happening again; I'm being way more careful with my musical moments and their costuming now - it just feels so...... weirdly domestic. Even stupid things like cooking dinner. I'm so used to how casual everything is with Kim, I guess.
Which is weird, because this time last year, I was used to being surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins. (Speaking of cousins, I think Alfred decided to go off on an epic adventure and forgot to tell anybody. And probably broke his phone. If it was anyone else, I'd think it was a little farfetched and ridiculously irresponsible, but.... Yeah. It's Alfred.)
And now I'm rambling. Oh, well.... It seems to fit the surreality of this week at least.
I can't decide if it's the good kind of weird that just takes some getting used to, or just permanently awkward.
So, if anybody wants to get on her case about letting a man live in her house/force her to lie about this......))
This is..... just weird, I guess. The whole week's been pretty bizarre, ever since Kim left for New York. Not just because I miss her, because I really do - It's odd to suddenly not have my best buddy right down the hall.
But it's the whole house that suddenly feels strange. Or..... the whole living situation, really. Incidents like Tuesday morning aside - that is NOT happening again; I'm being way more careful with my musical moments and their costuming now - it just feels so...... weirdly domestic. Even stupid things like cooking dinner. I'm so used to how casual everything is with Kim, I guess.
Which is weird, because this time last year, I was used to being surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins. (Speaking of cousins, I think Alfred decided to go off on an epic adventure and forgot to tell anybody. And probably broke his phone. If it was anyone else, I'd think it was a little farfetched and ridiculously irresponsible, but.... Yeah. It's Alfred.)
And now I'm rambling. Oh, well.... It seems to fit the surreality of this week at least.
I can't decide if it's the good kind of weird that just takes some getting used to, or just permanently awkward.