| Diary // Marlowe (Locked) |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|12:07 pm] |
I've taken a week off work to go to Isla Partei. It's so weird to be going alone; but Lily seems to think it'll be good for me. Huh, who knew I'd ever be taking her advice?
It's another good thing about working with Uncle Puck; I can up and run away at a second's notice and there's still someone to cover my classes. I've left Faust with mom and dad-- he's going to be such a fatty when I come back, but at least I know mom will take care of him (even if she does go overboard with feeding him, still). I didn't tell them where I was going, mom hates the idea that any of her babies would go to such a... what was it that she said? Something about the very idea of a place devoted solely to debauchery and hedonism being a nightmare.
Victor still hasn't tried to apologize. |
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