I hate when I wake up to find a plane ticket to the City in the pocket of every decent suit I own, and I don't even have to wonder how they got there.  The money came from my mother's accounts, because, well, even when you're dead, nothing in life is free.  It's probably his way of telling me that she's in trouble, but I'm not her father like he is ( Read more... )

My favorite holiday movie is the one Olivia made with her old fling Roger about a man and woman who dance at a Christmas party and fall in love.  But there are complications because she's engaged.  Hijinks ensue, and he gets the girl.  But it's not Olivia, because even though her betrothed can't dance to save his life, she realizes that he's sweet ( Read more... )

I am thankful that I have a roof over my head and a job to support me ( Read more... )

01. Full name: Jules Martin Orange
02. Best friend: Earnest Jacob Allen ...or...wait, you didn't need his full name.  Oh, well...
03. Sexuality: Hetero
04. Favorite color: Brown
05. Relationship status: It's complicated...
06. Ideal mate: Somebody soft and quiet, private, understanding... patient.
07. Turn-ons: Blonde, tan, rings, intelligence, beach
08. ( Read more... )

Hahahaha.

Sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex!

Rrrrrrrrrrrrum!  Rum!  Rum!

My name is Jules Orange and I'm hoooottttt.

I think Olivia Vayne is hoooottttt.

I'm drunk on rrrrruuummmm.

Vote for meeeeeeee!

Sponsored by the Women's League of Voters.

If Earnie sees this, he'll kill me, but what the hell?  I'm bored.  I haven't gotten a legitimate phone call in weeks!

I'm supposed to pick ten people an answer these questions about them, so here goes... (no one said they had to be alive, right?)

01; Earnie
02; Olivia
03; Sarah
04; Janie
05; Ruby
06; Karen
07; Mom
08; Sillette
09; Nathan
10; Ed

( boredoooom )

Not much has been going on.  I'm still a mayor.  I'm still working to be governor.  I'm still not being taken seriously, though I suppose it's even worse now that I've expressed my neutral (or rather indifferent) views on communism.  Some bully young statesman actually called me something along the lines of a "spineless, uninspiring public display ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when the papers on my desk begin to disappear, when Earnie covers the post and Janie's got the phones, there's nothing for me to do but think.  I think a lot about what things would have been like if I'd been different.

If I'd noticed, for example, as a child how much she knew.  Too much.  Where she put her hands when she spoke to you, ( Read more... )

I had an allergic reaction last night to what Janie thinks was my laundry detergent.  The stupid rash is all over my arms and back and it itches like you wouldn't believe.  It's stupid, too, because I don't even use that much detergent.  And I've been using the same detergent since I went to college ( Read more... )

Goddammit, she bought my goddamned house!

I just...

It was my house!  It was my house!  It was my house!

I told him I wouldn't sell for the world!  I don't care how good she is in bed!  She's not the world!

It was my house!

She bought my goddamned house!