I'm sorry, James. I know you're very bored out in New York right now, and I wish I could be there to keep you company. But you know if Zabana had the chance to go out with you that you would have taken her over me, and well... some things here are more important than going out to New York. Ian is most certainly one of those things ( Read more... )

I've got a gig. A real, live gig. It's not big, it's at a local more upscale bar, and I'll only be on for about an hour or so. They'll provide the piano for me, and they said I could even come in during the day to make sure it was tuned and prepped to how I liked it. I'm not being paid a whole lot, but it really doesn't matter to me ( Read more... )

I very much feel like I might have just died and gone to heaven.

Please, please do that for me again sometime. Er... I meant the flute playing, not the... unless you want to do that too... cause that would be nice...

I'll shut up now. I'm digging myself into a hole. But it feels wonderful. ♥

I guess I shouldn't be too ashamed, but I was up most of last night crying over what happened. So many things have happened to shake us all up, and I think last night was both better and worse for us. I really didn't care either way, who won or not. I know that both would have been able to take care of us, and both of them would have remembered ( Read more... )

Many thank yous and those little heart things go out to Chrysty, who was nice enough to not only set up my journal, but create my beautiful layout and icons too. Really, dear, you've done too much. I need to find a way to repay her now ( Read more... )

Testing...testing....

~Chrysty