Next Saturday Alex and I are throwing the newly engaged kids an engagement pool party/luau.
Everyone is welcome. If you don't know them, come and meet them. I'll be on the grill, Alex will be making dessert and there will be lots of fun stuff to do.
Not everything is as it seems in Lincoln River. New people are arriving every day and, with them, they bring their secrets and their lies.
Isn't it terrible when the one you want doesn't want you? Wouldn't you do almost anything to forget that feeling of loneliness?
...Or would you instead have sex with someone who looks suspiciously similar to the golden girl you can't have?
Rumor has it, that's exactly what one salty dog has been up to lately. Let's just hope he doesn't end up getting a shock when it all comes crashing down around him. Playing with emotions never has a fairytale ending.
Wow, I had a rough night, and I didn't even drink. Apparently in my disoriented state, I forgot Steve and I were neighbors, and I'm honestly still not even sure how I got to his house.
As much as I love sitting around this house pretending to be Martha Stewart, something in the form of a job would be great. Just don't ask me to host a book club or anything like that.
I suppose I should find something to do for work, since I'm not sure I can sit around forever. But I'm not sure if there's anything available for my... skill-set.