Pamela's been fucking with her tarot deck for a while but she's tired and there's no more questions she's got that mean shit. Packing it up, she puts the deck away in its place. Everything in its place. That's how she can move around her home with such confidence ( Read more... )

Bobby was gone. The knowledge of it is like a knife in her gut...which is a sensation she knows about first hand. Ellen and Nico and now Bobby. She can't take this shit. She's sure she's not strong enough ( Read more... )

It had been a little over a month and Pamela can say she's gotten over the first rush of being smitten and over the fuckin' weird fact that she's got someone she can't call her old man simply because he's practically half her age. It's gone from a flurry of some severely hot sex and sweet talk to something a lot more comfortable. She finds herself ( Read more... )

77 days. It had been 77 days since she'd taken her last drink. There for a while it was all she thought about and then the urge faded. Some days were easy. Some days she didn't think about it at all. But today ( Read more... )

Pam wakes up in nothing. It's not darkness- people ask her that. It's not darkness, it's just nothing. It was weird getting used to things like the shift from asleep to awake after she lost her eyes. How do you know it's morning if you can't see the sunshine ( Read more... )

( Jesse )

She'd started not long after the party kicked off. She'd just wanted a drink- she hadn't wanted to be mean or get really shithammered. She just wanted a drink ( Read more... )

She's done the fucking meeting, appeasing the mob that came to her place. They were just worried. They just wanted her to get help. They were so fucking concerned. So she went and she listened to the sad asses confess their troubles and she knew it wasn't for her. Afterward, she'd gone to the titty bar and tied on a few, got her flask topped off, ( Read more... )

( Backstory: A singer will save you. )

It doesn't take much to get her turned around, no matter how well she covers. Most of the time she blows it off, sometimes she actually asks for help. It's a rare occasion that Pamela finds herself, for lack of a better term, fucked. The cold hits her as soon as she steps outside. A t shirt and jeans don't do dick to keep her warm. And there's snow ( Read more... )