The romanti sooky sooky story PART6

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As soon as he was about to reach for another auto magazine, his peripheral vision caught sight of both detectives making their way over to him. He stood , and greeted both,shook their hands and waiting for what they had to say.

Det. Stephens was the first to speak, "Hardelle...you came back."

"Just to make sure she was alright, I heard what happened this morning," he replied.

"Yea, Nurse Smith told us about that. Little lady's got some fire in her, doesn't she?" he chuckled, as he nudged his partner. "Anyways," he continued, "we've got things to discuss."

They all sat in the lounge, James' nerves on edge, because of the tone of Det. Stephen's voice.

"We've been interrogating her all morning." Stephens began.

"And?" James asked, his full attention on the detective.

"We've come to one conclusion." He said again.

"What's that?" James' curiousity was at its peak.

"She's Russian." Jones blurted out.

James eyes furrowed, "I already know that, have you not learned anything new?"

"You knew she was Russian?" Jones' eyebrow rose in suspicion.

"yea, she said something in Russian to me before she passed out again in her hospital bed. I don't know what it meant, but i recognized the accent. I had a Russian roommate in college, his accent sounded the same."

"What did she say?" Det. Stephens asked, writing down bits and pieces of the conversation in his notepad.

"She said the word, 'Otets'." James replied, as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Well, we've decided that she'll be staying with you while we try to figure out who she is," Stephens  said, still scribbling in his notepad.

"WHAT?! Are you guys insane?! What if I'm some psycho-killer-rapist?! What if I have a girlfriend?! You can't dump her on me!" James shouted, causing all the visiting families in the lounge to cast their attention on him.

"Calm down Mr. 5th Avenue, number 25, studio apartment A102, who lives alone." Jones said as he tugged James back into his chair.

"What the hell? You were following me?!" He pointed an accusing finger at both detectives.

Stephens shrugged, "yea, it's our job, we detect."

James hung his head and sighed, "And how did you two make this decision?"

Jones began, "Well, when we heard it was you who found her, we did some research." He opened his notepad and continued, " Born in Detroit, Michigan, May 25th(Tara's b-day^_^) 1985, to Selene and Jonathan Hardelle. Two younger siblings, Jane and Mark. Moved to New York, attended Rochester Elementary, then to Forest hills High school, graduated ahead of your class. Attended NYU graduated last year with Bachelors and Masters degree  of Arts. Now you're a manager at some hoity toity art gallery in the upper east side. All of this with a squeaky clean record. Haven't even stolen a candy bar."

James was in awe, "I think you just summed up my whole like if 50 words or less."

"Listen Hardelle, we don't usually just drop a girl on some strange guy, we just don't know where to put her. We don't know if she's a lost girl, or a witness to something. She doesn't remember anything about her past, or how she got here, she's just as lost as we are. Thank God we had a translator in there, 'cuz we would've been even more lost." Stephens said, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"She doesn't remember anything?" James asked.

"Not even her own name." Jones replied.

"Well, do the same research you did for me." James said non-chalantly.

"It ain't that easy kid. Ever since the Cold war in 1960(look it up), the Russians ain't so fond of America. We can't access any of their files or records without a request, which takes weeks to months to process." Stephens said.

James ran his palm over his face, then folded both in his lap. "Anything else?" he asked, seemingly calm.

""we found some brown and blond hair on her suit, that obviously doesn't belong to her. Could be anyone's really, a friend she hugged that day, the bellhop, anyone. But at least it'll give us some clues as to who she is." Jones replied.

James sighed, perhaps for the fifth or so time that day and said nothing. then he spoke, "What about you two? Don't you guys have wives? Sisters? Y'know, people that understand women?"

"I'm a bachelor, and Stephens here, lives with his mother." Jones replied.

Stephens offered an explanation quickly, "She's sick real bad, I can afford a day nurse, not in a live-in one. So I gotta take care of her at night."

"You're a bachelor, she can live with you." James said, like a complaining child who wanted a cherry lollipop, instead of grape flavor.

"nah, Stephens suggested that to the cap'n, she wasn't too fond of the idea. Said it would look like I was her sugar daddy, and that would not look good. I gotta agree with her." Jones said.

James sighed again. There was no escaping it. "Fine."

As soon as that four letter word was uttered from his mouth, both detectives rose from their chairs, and made their way to the exit, while shouting behind them, "We'll be coming to your place if we've made any progress. That, and we'll be dropping by every now and then to make sure you really aren't a psycho-killer-rapist." Jones said, causing everyone to stare at James with a little twinge of fear.

There was no escaping it.

He had to take her home with him.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART5

*So i read part 4 over and sooo many mistakes, i'll try to type without typos.*

He awoke the next morning, and crawled around his apartment, lazily frying eggs sunny side up, and bacon wile putting wheat bread to toast. He buttered his toast, and grabbed his large mug of fresh coffee and slowly sank into the cheap sponge of his couch.

As he was about the turn the television on, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Good morning Mr. Hardelle." It was the Nurse from the emergency room.

"Good morning nurse...uhhh,"

"Nurse Smith."

"Ah yes, Nurse Smith. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine. She seems to be coming around, but we had a small altercation this morning."

He sat up. "Altercation?"

*EARLIER THAT MORNING*

The sunlight burned her skin, causing the darkness behind her eyelids to appear red. She slowly opened them, the light brightening her oceanic eyes as she attempted to sit up in her hospital bed. Her eyes searched her surroundings and she quickly deducted that she was in a hospital...and that's when panic and paranoia set in.

Where was she? Who is she? What's going on? Why is she bruised and in pain? Was she raped?

She yanked the I.V. from her arm, her blood gushing all over the pale blue sheets, causing the emergency alarm to go off. She held her ears tightly, and she slowly walked towards the door and as she was about to reach for the knob, it flung open reveal a male and female nurse who ran to restrain her. She dodged them by a hair, and ran down the hall in a zig zag pattern, and as she was about the round a left corner, she came face to face with a large male nurse, who grabbed her arms with one hand and injected her with morphine.

She fought but slowly, her vision was fading and she settled back into sleep.

*PRESENT*

"She put up quite a fight for a young, injured girl. But we managed to subdue her. She's resting now, you may see her after the police have questioned her." Nurse Smith said quietly.

"the police are there?" He asked.

" 'Course they are dear, we're under strict orders to report to them first. They have jurisdiction over us."

"Oh, well I'll come and visit her later. Thank you for calling."

"You're welcome Mr.Hardelle." her voice sounded almost excited.

He hung up, and resumed his breakfast, all the while watching Penguins of Madagascar on Nickelodeon. (Hey, the guy enjoys the little things!) he was a little worried about the girl, but he would see how she was when he got to the hospital.

After he popped the last piece of toast in his mouth, he put the dirty dishes and skillet in the dishwasher, took a quick shower, got dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans and regular sneakers, jumped on his bike and headed to the hospital.

He entered the wing, and was met with Nurse Smith. He hadn't even noticed her red hair, and green eyes, or even her thin lips and straight nose that night, he was too concerned with the stranger. He had to admit, Nurse Smith was an attractive woman.

"Mr.Hardelle, how nice to see you again. Came to visit the nameless?" She said, a little too depressing.

"The nameless?" He asked, his right brow raised.

"Inside joke. The nurses call her that because she technically doesn't exist."

He sighed and looked behind her, "Where's her room?"

"Down the hall, then left, the first door to your right is her room. But you can't go in there now. the detectives are still with her."

"Alright, well I'll just wait."

He sat down in the lounge and picked up a bike magazine and began to read it lazily for 2 minutes before he realised that she was still standing there. He looked up from his magazine, "Yes, Nurse Smith?" he asked for what he felt like was the 5 millionth time of the day.

"Abi." She said, barely a murmur.

"What?" he asked.

'My friends call me Abi." She said again, this time louder.

"Oh, nice to meet you...Abi."

A bright smile was slapped on her face, which was replaced by a deep crimson blush as she stared at her shoes. "Ummm, Mr.Hardelle.."

"James."

Her eyes shot up to meet his, "Since you told me your name, I'm telling you mine. Although, you probably already know that since I gave you all my information from last night."

She nodded stupidly and returned to stare at her shoes, "Would you...would you like to go out for coffee sometime?"

He sighed to himself. This was bound to be trouble. He stayed away from women romantically because of their constant need to break his heart. "I...I don't think so, Abi."

She blushed again and nodded. "It's alright."

"No, it's not you, believe me."

"It's alright James. We can be friends though right?" She said, pathetically hopeful.

"Sure." He replied.

"Okay! umm, Miss Nameless will be done with the detectives soon, so you'll be able to see her." Her tone indifferent.

"Thank you...Abi." He whispered and went back to reading his magazine. This would be a long day indeed.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART4

here we go:

"Tomorrow, hopefully she'll wake up and we can get to the bottom of this."

Before he left, he gave all his contact information to the nurse and left the hospital.

He slowly rode home, a small drizzle of snow littering the atmosphere.  He entered his studio apartment, and threw himself on his old couch, his hand over his eyes. "What a night," he said to himself.

He rubbed his hazel eyes with his thumb and index finger while he stood to remove his clothes. He ran his hand through his chestnut hair and sighed. He removed his leather jacket, slipped out of his faded jeans and t-shirt, as well as his leather boots and made his way to his small bathroom. He turned the shot water on waiting 1 minute for the water to heat up. He steeped in the and warm water felt like heaven on his cold skin.

He bagan to think of the mysterious girl he picked up off the street. 'She called me...'Otets', I wonder what that means?' He poured his shampoo in the palm of his hand and began to lather his hair, as well as his body, down his toned torso, strong calves and toned biceps.

He slipped a towel on and dried his body properly before putting a pair of beige socks, a white t-shirt and boxers, and slipped silently into bed.

His mind went back to the girl he found on the road, "I wonder what'll happen tomorrow, IF she's awake by then." He sighed, turned on his side on his queen sized mattress, and feel asleep quickly, think of the girl with he wavy black hair and blue eyes.

She tossed and turned in her gurney, almost ripping the I.V. out of her arm as the nightmares haunted her. An old man she called 'Otets'. She had no idea how she even knew what the word meant, or why this man was hugging her, but she felt warm and loved. Who was he? Why was his face so familiar? Then she saw the woman with the platinum blond hair and hateful eyes, just staring at her with distaste, and a man beside her with a darker shade of blond hair, licking his lips as her gave her a once over. Why did she feel resentment and discomfort in front of them? She felt angry and confused, but had no idea why. Who was she? Where was she from? Were these people her family? Her enemies?

Then her memories began to slowly flow into her dreams. She saw a woman, her skin a dark tan, her hair long wavy and black, deep brown eyes, a button nose and full brown lips that always held a smile. She was holding a young girl, about 3 or 4, who was napping on her bosom. This memory made her feel an unknown content that confused her to no end.

She slept through the night, bits and pieces of her memory being played on the screen in her mind until the sun rose.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART3

we left off at ;

"We're gonna have some fun...Princess"

As she slept, she could hear voices, two male voices conversing above her. Then they brought the rag to her nose again, and she slipped into an even deeper sleep.

"Did he or she or whatever send the money yet?" The man in the navy blue hood shirt asked, "Let me check." The man in the black hood shirt replied. He went over to his computer and typed in his password, "Yea, all 5 million euro." Both men smiled and turned to the sleeping beauty on the ground, who began to mumble incoherent words, and the blue hoodlum placed the rag over her nostrils again.


"You've gotta be careful with that stuff," black hoodlum said, "Does it even matter? We're gonna kill her anyway!" Blue replied. Black was abort to retort when his cellphone rang, "Yes?...Yea, we're going to take her out to the dock and burn everything that ties us to her....okay." He hung up the phone and turned to his associate, "Time for the Princess to take a permanent nap."


Blue scooped her up in his arms, and exited the broken down shack, Black following closely behind him. They placed her in the back of their stolen Saab, and placed the chloroform rag on her face. "Putting that thing on her face for her to inhale so much is gonna cause some sort of damage to her brain, yknow," Black said, matter-of-factly, Blue rolled his eyes, "Have you forgotten that we're supposed to KILL HER?!" Black rubbed the back of his neck, mumbled something and opened the door, slipping into the passenger's seat. Blue gently closed her door then jumped into the drivers seat, turned the sedan on and sped off into the snowy night. He was speeding as he spoke to Black, "Now, I've already cut out a piece of the ice up there in Avalanche Lake, we'll tie blocks to her feet, and have her sink to the bottom. Quick and painless." Black rubbed his neck, "Fine, I don't wanna watch."

Blue swerved again, "Slow down, we're going to skid on the ice!" As soon as Black spoke, Black swerved, and unknown to them, Aarti's back door flung open, her lifeless body rolled out on the cold road of the highway.

Blue and black begun arguing about Blue's driving and made it all the way to Avalanche before they realized that Aarti was missing, "FUCK! how could we have lost her? she's fucking knocked out!" Blue shouted, and he punched a dent into the Saab. "Listen, it's like 8 fucking degrees out here, she'll freeze to death! We got our money, let's just go!" Black said. Blue shook his head, jumped in the car, Blue following behind, and drove into the night, Canada as their goal.

She laid there for a good 3 minutes on the cold asphalt, all scratched and bruised from the fall before the light of a motorcycle appeared from the darkness, the owner stopped to look at the young lady in the snow. He looked her over, checking her pulse, relieved to find one. "Hey miss, wake up!" He was rewarded with silence. He sighed and looked around, seeing the road was empty, he put her on his bike, her arms wrapped around him, and he slowly drove to the hospital.

He lifted her in his arms bridal style and walked to the emergency entrance, "Help someone!" Soon, nurses poured from the lounge, helping the young girl onto a hospital bed and shipped her off to an undisclosed room, out of his sight.

He sat in the lounge, wondering if he should wait or leave. "Her family will be arriving soon, so its better if I just go." As her rose to leave, a nurse approached him, "Sir, we have some good news about your girlfriend." He shook his head, "She's not my girlfriend." The nurse hesitated, "Sorry, your sister-"

"She's not my sister either."

"Oh, well..hmm..nevermind then. She's stable now, any longer out there she would have frozen to death. Her bruises and scratches will heal without scarring. All just minor things really, we fixed her up quite fast. Does she have any family she could contact?"

"I don't know." He replied.

"Well, we couldn't find her records in the system. So we had to alert the authorities, they're here to question you." Behind her stood two detectives dressed in soiled suits, and scruffy beards. As if cued, they walked over to the young man, as the nurse walked away. "Hi, uhhhh.."

"James Hardelle."

"Mr. Hardelle, I'm detective Stephens, this is my partner, det. Jones. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about the girl."

James nodded and sat down. "So how do you know the young lady?" Detective Jones asked. "I found her on the side of the road, just lying there. She looked pretty banged up, so I put her on my bike carried her here."

"So she was just lying there on the side of the road?" Det. Stephens asked. "Yea, I was on my way home from an art exhibit, and I saw her."

The detectives looked at each other, then back at James, "We can't find her anywhere in the system, no medical records..nothin'. It's like she fell from the sky or somethin'." James merely shook his shoulders. Det. Jones handed him a business card, "Call us when she wakes up kid, we need to ask her some questions." James nodded as both police turned to leave.

The nurse approached him again, "She seems to be stable. Would you like to see her? " the kind woman asked. "Umm, sure, I guess." He replied, 'Wouldn't hurt to see how she's doing.' he though as he followed the nurse to a secluded room.

He saw her lying there in bed, a U.V. in her arm. He walked over to her as the nurse silently left the room. He looked at her sleeping form, staring at her button nose, her full lips, he was in awe at her beauty. Her eyes shot open revealing sapphire irises, causing him to step back in surprise, then he heard a whisper so small, it was as if it came from a small child, "Otets..." Her eyes snapped shut and she resumed her slumber. He stepped towards her bed and repeated the word, "Otets...is..is that russian?" He sighed, tussled her hair and left talking to himself. "Tomorrow, hopefully she'll wake up and we can get to the bottom of this."

Before he left, he gave all his contact information to the nurse and left the hospital.

Lol, why am i mad tho?

So, i took a mini nap, took the clothes off the line and started watching tv, in my state of depression. Then it hit me, why am I mad though? Seriously? Lol, no more calling to telling him where i'm going, who i'm going with out of respect.

or calling him after ive come from somewhere, to tell him what went on, who did what, out of respect.

i may be a little angry, but give me 2 minutes to cool down n im good. i try to shut up when im angry, so i dont say hurtful things.

but here's wat I'm saying, WHY DWELL ON THIS!? lol, i'm not ugly, nor am i stupid. as for my personality, i think im pretty cool, so have fun in ur life. im not even mad anymore. just... apathetic about the whole thing and just say

LOL, WHY AM I MAD THO???

SOME FUCKED UP SHIT

Now, let's just say, u n i had an argument. actually argument was my fault, cuz it was me overreacting over some bullshit. I apologize, call to apologize and u wont answer. fine. watever, give u some space.

Now I go on fb to see ur fb status says "married to _________"? come on! really! does the disrespect ever end with u?

everyone, i mean everyone, always says "u need fi low him" or "maybe when u go to uwi u can stop eating shit to find a decent enough man." i always told them i was content with who i was with. But after that major disrespect, im literally just done.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART2

So where did i leave it?

She sighed and stepped inside the large Presidential suite and gracefully sat on the soft futon in the middle of the large room. 'Another day, another country.' she thought as she sighed and looked at her hands in her lap. 

She removed her crown and gently placed it on the oak coffee table in front of her, then undid her bun causing her long, black wavy hair to cascade down her back. Her blue eyes contrasted with the slight puffy dark circles underneath her eyes, as she tried to rub the tired from them.

 

She had spent the whole week shaking hands, sitting in uncomfortable conferences for hours to hear what a good queen she will make along with the five million "my condolences" she's heard today. She hadn't even begun to mourn her father's death properly before being whisked off to be paraded in front of the council and her people as the heir to the throne.

She remembered how he looked when she found him in his bed, as if he were in a deep sleep and nothing more. She even smiled when she thought that he was only napping, as a sickness had overcome him so sudden, that she was happy for his well-deserved rest...until she touched his hand.

The moment she touched him, she knew he had passed on. He was colder than ice, and more rigid than a brick wall. She buried her face into the damp material of his pajamas, and began to silently sob, then to a bawl, then all out wailing. She turned around to find her step-mother standing by the doorway, her hand on her chest and no tears in her eyes.

"Step- mother..." she said, barely audible. The woman walked away quickly, shouting down the halls, "Summon a coroner!" The blue eyed young girl merely buried her face into her father's shirt again, a small whisper escaped her lips, "Don't worry daddy, Aarti won't forget you." Then she heard the distinct sound Armani dress shoes walking towards her.

"Well, looks like the old man finally bit the dust, huh Aarti?" he said with the most sadistic smile on his face, puffing a cigarette. He ran his hand through his greasy blond hair, his green eyes roamed her body. "Get out Sasha." He walked over to her crouched form, his 6'3 body towered over hers as he took another puff, " Oh, milaya moya(my sweet), don't worry. I'm here for you." She grasped her father tighter, a small growl escaping from her lips, "Touch me Sasha, and I'll break your arm like I did the last time." He grabbed her arms, and trapped her in a tight hug, "ya skhazshu po tebe s uma... (you drive me crazy)" he whispered huskily in  her ear. She ripped herself from his body, and slapped him square in the face, "You're sick! you're my brother for crying out loud!" He drew himself closer to her once more, "I'm your step brother, milaya, we are only related by marriage." He loving rubbed her jaw, then her lips. She slapped his hand away, then recovered to punch him hard in the stomach. He fell to the floor, groaning, accidentally burning himself with his own cigarette. 

She faced her father once more, lovingly stroking his cheek, then placed his sheets over his cold body. "Otdyh v mire, otets. (rest in peace, father)" She walked towards the door, her casual dress and her feminine penny loafers echoing when it touched the hardwood floors, "Sasha..." she said, the strength in her voice weakening, as he looked up from his shameful place on the floor, "Ostav'te menja v pokoe.(leave me alone)" She exited the chamber, and stood for a while, taking deep breaths. She closed her eyes for two seconds then suddenly felt hands, dragging her right to the left. In a split second she was in her chamber, having her hair done, a dress fitted as well as her make-up being applied.

She looked at her old nurse, who didn't look a day over 40, who simply nodded to her. "There is much to be done my dear, I am sorry you were unable to mourn your father." Aarti's eyes began to overflow with tears again, but she looked away from her nurse's eyes. "Just finish getting me ready, please, Yelena." The woman sighed, and continued, along with the other servants. They forced a black, pencil tight suit over her over-grown body, places a dragonfly pin over her right breast, added some last touches to her, light caramel skin, placed the sash and her tiara atop her head, and sent her downstairs with four of her usual body guards.

They led her to her limo, and placed her inside, squishing her between the four guards, as they made their way to the airport. "Where are we going, Yakov?" Her russian accent strong, "To Norway, then France, then Spain, then-" "And when do I get time to rest!?" She shouted. He sighed and lowered his eyes from her hot gaze, "I'm sorry princess, you cannot. As you know, with the event of the King's death, you are in line for the throne. You must address all of Europe, then to North America where all the countries will gather to introduce themselves to you, the new Queen of Russia. And invite them personally to your father's funeral and to your coronation." She rubbed her temples, "Fine."

She boarded her private jet, jumping from country to country.

And now here she was, her final stop on her small journey to the throne, in a presidential suite in the Four Seasons Hotel, in Manhattan, New York.

A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. As Yakov moved to see who was knocking, an explosion flew him across the room, out the window. She got up to see all the body guards unconscious and ran over to the hole in the window. She looked down and saw Yakov sprawled out on the curb, like a squeezed out toothpaste tube. She held her head in horror and screamed, "YAKOV! NO!!" Soon, hand trapped her, as a rag made its way to her nose. She collapsed in a heap, and her attacker threw her over his shoulder as if she were nothing but jelly.

"We're gonna have some fun...Princess."

The romantic sooky sooky story

so, i've had this romance, A-21 story in my head for a while now. It is very cliche, very gushy mushy mushy,lol very romantic so if u dont like that stuff, dont read it. But if u like good writing, then have at it. btw, its 3;30 so if its short, sorry!

so here it is(please dont copy and take credit for it);

She walked toward the hotel door, and before she could open it, a rough hand grabbed hers. "Here ma'am, let us go first, to scope it out." She sighed and stepped back, and allowed the suit clad man to open the door and enter the hotel room. She stood, hands by her side, as she waited for him to complete his search of the suite, looking at the remaining 3 men, who stood rigid as ice, they're dark sunglasses hiding their eyes. She adjusted her skirt, then her sash, and the crown that was perched atop her head.

"Princess, it's fine. You may enter now."

She sighed and stepped inside the large Presidential suite and gracefully sat on the soft futon in the middle of the large room. 'Another day, another country.' she thought as she sighed and looked at her hands in her lap.

The University of the West Indies, Mona

Now now, going to college, getting my bachelor's and master's, get rich, get married and have babies then get old are some of my goals in my life. So when I was planning to go to Georgia State University, and i was all excited, like "fuck yea!!! college, my life has finally begun!" Then my father and I got into an argument, and I realised, I will never ever get along with him, so I'll just stay in Jamaica. I applied for UWI (Carimac), and did my entrance test and TADA! I got in ^_^ So I picked up my package, gave in my financial docs and other things from about July 9th, and the lady at the front desk said "Expect an email with information." So I waited, checked my email 10 million times a day, didn't get 1. Called August 15th, was told that she had no idea what email I was talking about, that she was absolutely clueless and that if I had given in all documents I should go to Orientation on the 20th of August. So I'm confused.

I go there today to find out everything's alright and that orientation is MONDAY THE 23RD. wtf? what the hell is wrong with you people? Make up your damn mind, fuck!

so here's what i have to say to uwi, even though i'm attending, ur customer service are clueless boobs and yuh too drawbatty. so here's what i've got to say;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg7jA-H-jMo

IM LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SEMESTER!!! ^_^

My first Blog post!

So from time to time, I'm posting these blog entries, so everyone gets a little preview inside my head. I'm a writer(well I'd like to be) and have always thought that blogs were a great way for people to express themselves, what do you think?

So for my first entry, I thought I'd introduce myself.

My name's Janique, or Jane as I like to be called, I'm 20 years old, and soon to be freshman @ the University of West Indies, pursuing a major in Digital Media Production. I'm some sort of weird mix of Indian and black, life right now? Totally jobless -_- broke as hell but I guess it could've been worse, I could be hungry and homeless, I've never appreciated 4 walls so much in my lifetime! I'm engaged, have been for about 3 years now, and believe me when I say, I'm in no rush, I'd love to establish myself properly before taking that step.

So here I am, writing this weird blog. I'll try to update as much as I can.

Is anyone out there reading this?