July 6th, entry fifteen

[unevoked]

...There was some guy covered in rhinestones and frills and shit going through the trashcan outside this morning. 'Least it ain't a giant raccoon or whatever, but hell. I dunno where he went, though.

Hey, Eyepatch, unless you're stuck in a dress or some shit, I ain't running this place for you. [Pencil taaaps.] Lemme know what's up before I start

Comments

[weaver_girl]

Was he wearing sunglasses?

[sting_to_death]

I never said I was pissed. I was just pointing out you were lying.

[unevoked]

Ain't a lie when I dunno everyone.

Fuck, I don't even live up in housing- bet you see more people than me.

[sting_to_death]

I might see people. Doesn't mean I look at them. Or talk to them.

[unevoked]

Not sure how much using the damn journal counts. It ain't exactly face-to-face.

[sting_to_death]

Not too different.

[unevoked]

Pretty impersonal, though.

[sting_to_death]

Wouldn't have thought you'd have a problem with that.

[unevoked]

I don't. I like it better this way.

S'why I use the damn journal instead of talking to people.

[sting_to_death]

And here I thought you were just shy.

[unevoked]

Well damn, that was supposed to be a secret.

[sting_to_death]

Can anyone really keep a secret here?

[unevoked]

Apparently not.

[sting_to_death]

I don't remember you ever telling me something was a secret I should keep to myself.

[unevoked]

Guess I didn't. So much for that, then.

[sting_to_death]

You could try telling me a secret and find out whether I can keep one or not.