I’m beginning to think that, really now, ninety-percent of what other people have to say to me these days? Are warnings.

How boring.

Obviously I can take care of myself, otherwise totally wouldn’t have lived this far, but if it’s not warnings about boys wanting dad’s money, or wanting me--as if, I have class, work for it people-it's warning me ( Read more... )

Red spider lily.

Totally.

I just wish I could, like, figure it out. Whatever. Dad'll be happy, at least, there's a wedding going on and we're contracted to supply the flowers. Oh, the price of being a rarity.

I love it. And the flowers will be gorgeous.

Oh, society parties, how I love them.

I get to talk for hours and no one overtly threatens me, hardly anyone broods at me-it’s all smiles, ‘cept for the few that were so obviously dragged by their parents, or significant others (which is just sad and pathetic really-stand up for yourself, geez, don’t try and bring down the people having fun), and ( Read more... )

Dad's furious with me.

I'm just sort of ignoring him now, it's not like I'm five and he can still send me to my room, you know? But anyway, he's mad 'cause I missed my shift at the shop today, but it's totally not my fault.

I'd only meant to go for a little walk, geez. It wasn't like I'd planned to get a little bit turned around in the Lower Tier ( Read more... )

My magnolias are flowering! I’ve got three that are fully out, and a few more that should bloom in the next few days, and they’re beautiful. Just darling. I keep going and checking in on them to make sure they’re not just an illusion ( Read more... )