Well that was terrifying.
I ended up leaving it in the kitchen and I wasn’t even aware of it. I should have known it would be in that room. That’s my favorite room in the house. Where did you end up finding your copy of Dorian Gray?
That’d be the worst. Sometimes I loose things and blame it on my brothers but end up finding them. It ended up being stashed under a pile of papers and - uh - journals on my desk. I’m - sorry. You’re Tatum, right?
Hi, Lakeview!
How’s everyone doing?
Did you know July was originally called Quintilis? It was renamed July after Gaius Julius Caesar’s death, since he was born this month. Hi, Lex.
You just learned a little bit about Beth.
Hey there!
Hey! You’re my competition for one of the superlatives. I hope you win.
Text// Beth
- Travis: My grandma has arrived yesterday :)
- Beth: Are you serious?! Ugh, babe, that's amazing. I hope she can help you out.
- Beth: I mean. I still make the best Mac N' Cheese. And Grilled Cheese. But I'm really happy for you! Is she staying for awhile?
Well, you are an exciting lot.
Point taken. It always happens to be the days that I have a mug in hand and am somewhat happy that everyone else seems to be dead.
They might just be scared. Sleeping off hangovers… Who knows. Mug in your hand? Of what? Tea? Coffee? The blood of your foes?
Oh, well then.
Oh god, I hope they don’t start trying to be like Carter Avery. At least it was funny, it’s not every day a scraggy naked guy passes your window screaming like that.
Maybe… I mean, I don’t think a Zombie Apocalypse is totally off the table. Maybe it’s a nudity epidemic or something.
Somebody give me a job.
I’m sober right now, thank you very much, and I’m not having any withdrawals. Okay, no. Earlier today I seriously considered baking MDMA brownies, but I don’t know how to bake. I can do this honesty thing, see?
It’s sort of nice. Wait. I’m confused. So you’re going through withdrawals? Or you’re not? Or you just don’t know how to make brownies? I’m loosing myself in all this honesty.
'Books are so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayl.' Hi. I'm Beth Moskovitz. Bibliophile & expert Isolationist. I play Cello, Harp, Classical Guitar and Piano. I speak French and I'm now learning Italian and Portuguese. I like words with something behind them.
