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Seriously? The underwire in my bra just randomly snapped. Like, what? I don't even get how that just happened. I reached towards the coffee table for the remote and I heard this snap then realized it was my bra. I mean, I have more, but all the years I've worn bras and this is the first time this has happened to me. Eight months ago I wouldn't even dream about telling this many people about my bra.

Is it so wrong that I really don't want to go to college? I don't have anything that I want to take, and I make a pretty good check selling my face for modeling jobs. I still have the music store too. Why take classes just to take classes?

( Me in the Jag )

I can make a decent living doing this.

I just want my girlfriend to come back, then it's all good.

Footfalls. A man strolling toward the machine shop for another day's work--presumably tinkering away at the next revolutionary invention. Everybody and their cousin wanted to be the one to change the world. The Siren, a bounty hunter by trade, ducked behind a stack of crates, crossbow ready, trigger finger poised in register beside the firing mechanism, and waited until the man slipped out of sight. She knew the place like the back of her hand. This city, these people; slums and junk dealers, all of them. Where better to hide a wanted face than a place no one wanted to go?

Just a little teaser, in case you all were starting to miss me. I'll be buckling down to work on book three when Lexi and I get back from our trip.

Filming for Red Widow is going to start up again soon. I'm really excited about it, but I'm also kind of sad I'll be leaving the family house again. It was nice spending so much time with everyone. I should just be glad they decided to pick up the show for a second season even after Black Widow got taken off the air. Hopefully we'll have a couple more season left.

I thought maybe I should put together a trip to Disneyland before I have to leave. Who would be interested in something like that again?

I know you have all probably been waiting for this news with baited breath, but Tony and I have decided on a date for our next wedding; November 16th. It's going to be a small ceremony here in Orange County at a local church. Invitations will be going out soon, but this wedding will be limited in attendees. We feel having a smaller ceremony will be best for everyone involved considering... everything. We're hoping this will be the last attempt and we won't have to cancel our honeymoon plans again.

Fascinating.

I believe I've just had some of the dreams you lot all talk about. How utterly fascinating! Things weren't very different from the norm, but I went up to Oxford at age thirteen in the dreams, instead of the normal age. And matured very early in a sexual sense, let's say. And everything was so vivid and in stunning, living colour. Oh, I'd love more of these.

I've begun dreaming again. I had one out of order. First Scott dies and gets brought back and Kitty gets shot out into space to save Earth from a giant space bullet, then I dreamed of trapping the world's most powerful/second most powerful telepath in my brain and making him face the things he's done. Then I dreamed that I kissed a recently widowed man on his wife's grave and we started a school together. I don't know why that one makes me feel guilty.

All things being equal, I've had worse dreams.