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[secondchances]

Dear journal,

I'm sorry I abandoned you for so long. For some reason, losing my voice really made me miss aimlessly talking into this thing. My penmanship has gone down the drain. It used to be so cute.

Anyway, let's see... I've turned twenty-three since my last entry, and I've hit the six month mark with a certain dork. Not too shabby, but it seems like Paradisa is having one of those mood swings. It loves raining on parades.

[An soft sigh.]

Condolences to anyone that lost someone lately. We'll get the hang of it one day.

Comments

[hellofist]

Was wondering why... it got so loud, the other night.

[Six months is a long time though, everything makes sense now.]

[secondchances]

Har har, so funny, Cass. The six month thing was a while ago.

[hellofist]

Learning jokes from you. If you have complaints...

[But no really, she's so happy for you guys.]

[secondchances]

I don't have complaints about jokes. If anyone would, it'd be our roommate. But he can suck it up.

[hellofist]

You went out, right? Had nice date?

[assassino]

[A pondering noise.]

I should take you for dinner, to celebrate your birthday.

[secondchances]

Take me for dinner? Don't you mean make me dinner?

--but no, I'll take anything. Good plan, Ezio.

[assassino]

I could do that as well. It is up to you, birthday girl.

[secondchances]

You know how I feel about your cooking. When can I come over?

[whichwayyoulean]

What is it with people not announcing their birthdays? Seesh, how are you going to get presents if you don't do that?

[secondchances]

We were busy! And then it didn't seem relevant anymore until I just randomly decided to bring it up!

[whichwayyoulean]

Yeah please don't specify anything past 'busy', that's wandering into TMI territory.

So. What do you want? For your birthday?

[secondchances]

Oh my god, you people! I'm not going to blab about that on here.

... but now that you mention it, I could always use a new sweater. Hint hint.

[dorkwonder]

You've actually hit your seventh month with a certain dork. Although with a memory and nickname like that, I wonder about the eighth month...

[secondchances]

Yeah, right.

[dorkwonder]

I'm glad we're in agreement.

[secondchances]

That it'll never happen? I know.

[lucre]

You never celebrated your birthday?

[secondchances]

[Aaaaand let's see how this goes.]

I did. Just nothing big, which is more than fine. I had a good time at home.

[lucre]

[ Walking on eggshells... ]

With this certain dork?

[secondchances]

And Cass. We had a nice dinner.

[wolfchild]

Happy nameday. [ can she still wish someone that considering what happened lately? ]

[secondchances]

Thanks.

Everything alright on your end?

[wolfchild]

[ she wasn't close to anyone who died and none who left went to westeros— ] Yes.

[secondchances]

Glad to hear it. Literally.

You know. Since... voices.