I suppose this is a long time coming. I found my father's will again, leaving my inheritance to me and further condemning my lifestyle and my life choices. Perhaps I have choosen the wrong path? I've found myself wholly unsatisfied with where I am and who I have become- So just... maybe it's time for a change.

I am closing up my salon. No more of ( Read more... )

How they justify paying 4.65$ for a single pack of cigerettes is beyond me. I do not want to pay 10$ a day.

Also I feel old for remembering the 25 cent packs back in the day- Zut alors.

This is Francis C. Bonnefoy. Not Léon de Bonaparte.

My oncle has left for home again. He arrived home finally the other day covered in paint and cursing up a storm. I... cannot start to say how sorry I am for the trouble he has caused Liberty as a whole. I will... pay for any damage or medical bills- even though I know Ivan already used my card- and ( Read more... )

 ( fake smiles truely are an aquired skill. )

Love is so pungent in the air. So close to Spring and it is already budding from hopeful romances and men's hearts- Mais... What am I doing? My once free spirit is locked away in Liberty. My duties for Amelia and Madison far outweigh my desires for unsavoury activities and my weak commitment to Lyn is getting. Old.

Am I really so old now? A few ( Read more... )

Merde. Rory is still not speaking to me.