One thing I am really not fond of is fire. I can handle the dark, I can handle the people being assholes and throwing things and yelling (although /really/ Bahir, /must/ you?), but apparently I have had my fill of fire.

I swear there was a time when the worst thing to be afraid of in Manhattan was a mugging.

( 'Just a simple apology this time. ' (Madrox) )

( 'And when you get back home you'll have someone at your beck and call.' (Ben) )

I just-- I'm sorry, I cannot take all the constant doubt and the need for reassurances and the-- the high /maintenance/. The distrust. I don't have time for it and I really don't have the energy for it ( Read more... )

( 'Are you drunk? Stoned? High?' (Bahir) )

( 'What's the most erotic number? ' (Rossi) )

That was kind of an odd evening, all told. Fun! But odd. Adel's kind of sweet in his own way, I suppose, but I hadn't realized how really /different/ they are. I don't quite know how to explain it, but the entire vibe is just different. It's weird, since he says they've never been apart and they're so close - but how does Bahir stand living with ( Read more... )

You know what, screw him. I get enough of that shit from the boys in my department and in the weird looks from the odd professor or two. I don't need to go out of my way to make friends with someone who's going to be an asshole to me. It's plenty hard enough without /that/. Feminism didn't show up just so we could get special treatment, thanks. ( Read more... )

I have no idea what just happened. I feel like I /should/ know, but-- I really don't. I mean. For some reason Chris came over and brought me fruit to bribe me into-- something. I'm not quite clear on that ( Read more... )

I don't like it. He knows something and he won't /tell/ me, and he thinks I should go to these people-- I don't like it. I don't like any of this. Why can't I just ignore it and leave it /alone/? I don't want this. I never wanted this ( Read more... )

Sent to Chris Rossi's desk today:


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